a fairy tale III - the other aspect of suffering
Autor: Cecil
For a short time he forgot his own pain but it returned as soon as he stood and wanted to walk and continued at night when he lay awake in his bed and had too much time to let his thoughts drift. The pain of his body remained, the feeling of cotton in his knees and elbows, hindering his movement, the pain as if he had overstretched his arms and legs when they lay just limb on the bed, even when he had taken in an amount of painkillers which would seriously harm a small kid. The slight feeling of disalignment in his hip which turned into the unignorable stabbing pain when he dared to run a few steps.
Sometimes he wished to be one of the tortured souls he read about, one whose dilemma would be recognized and thought of. One who would stay in the hands of his captor for the rest of his life, so he didn't have to uphold his facade. One who would endure the suffering forever on without anybody knowing about it, so they would try to solve the mysery of his solitude. There would always be somebody to help him in these parts of the world.
But the people surrounding him knew of his pain and didn't think of it to be of importance to him. They expected him to behave as everybody else, as one of them. He would never get to know their lifes, but he would live it. He would endure.