Suffering. And Alone. A verb and an adjective combining to form a devastating truth of life.
To be alive, is to oscillate between suffering or misery and happiness. It’s at the core of our purpose, or as some philosophers will have you believe anyway. Core or not, suffering is unavoidable.
One would tend to believe, that for something which is unavoidable and forms a big part of our existence, humanity would have found a systematic way to deal with it. To manage or cope with it.
Sure, coping mechanisms do exist and the ones that currently prevail include availing support from family and friends, or talking to a psychiatrist, or drowning oneself in the bottle, so on and so forth. However, all support mechanisms provide relief in part to the sufferer or the situation, but they don’t take away the suffering in its entirety. Can a family or support group eradicate the pain or eventual loss of everything for a cancer patient or their family? While a night out with friends can help forget the pain of a broken heart, the healing however, happens over time and on its own.
Suffering is an experience to be dealt with alone.
One finds himself curled up in the middle of an infinite chamber filled with darkness. And the light within oneself needs to be discovered and brought out to scamper away the darkness and find another reason for happiness & joy; another reason to live.
Until then, we suffer alone.
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We also Buffer alone
Buffering. And Alone. Words that can be grammatically classified differently combining to represent the sad state of internet connectivity in this country.
To be well connected, is to oscillate between the normal and incognito modes of your browser of choice. It is at the core of our browsing habits, or as some social media apps will have you believe anyway. Core or not, buffering is unavoidable.
One would tend to believe, that for something which is unavoidable and forms a big part of the way we interact with the internet, technology would have found a systematic way to deal with it. To manage or cope with it.
Sure, coping mechanisms do exist and the ones that currently prevail include calling the helpline and being on hold for the rest of your day, smashing your router and modem in frustration and getting hold of the latest cosmo magazine. However, all support mechanisms barely provide relief in part to the bufferer or the situation, but they don’t take away the buffering in its entirety.
Can the bored help desk employee take away the pain of waiting for a Mia Khalifa video to load, just as your next work call begins, or can smashing the modem in frustration relieve your aching privates? While reading a cosmo column can make you double up in laughter at the stupidity of people, it cannot, however, make Mia disrobe any faster than the Internet connection allows.
Buffering is an experience to be dealt with alone.
One finds himself wistfully looking at a rotating circle on the screen and occasionally a percentage readout if one is lucky, thinking of all the pleasures that the future beholds. And yet, one must resign oneself to the wait, pacifying oneself with Internet sayings that one may search for, before realising that they eat into the bandwidth as well.
Until then, we buffer alone.
Well said Sir