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Sadness will make you weep, it will make you bawl. You will cry and tremble and snot will go flying from your nose in all probable direction because you will lose control; of your body, your senses your heart and your mind and your ability to reason and to comprehend. Sadness will own you, when it comes. When it comes, you will be conquered and you will lie heaped into a pile as negligible as dirt on a Lahori street, turning into and unto yourself in the pursuit of deliverance that cannot come from within.

The awareness of sadness though, will save your soul. The awareness of sadness will act like a chastity belt secured fast atop your emotional vagina, protecting its sanctity and its sanity until you deiced to let the cherry pop. To understand pain is to conquer it, to dissect it and comprehend it just like Newton’s third law is to keep the reins securely in your hands lest ye be driven asunder. The awareness of sadness will make you smile, it will make you understand the reasons why there is absolutely no real hope or real lack thereof. It will sit you down and make you a cup of herb tea with a wedge of lemon and just enough sugar and it will talk you through the turmoil even before it begins and even before you can crumble you will stand tall and even before you can tremble, you’ll be calm and even before you can cry you will smile. You will see it coming from a mile away and though you’ll know you cannot avoid it you will brace for the impact and holding your arms out, you will embrace it instead of try to keep it away. And it is in that one twitch-of-a-wrist worth of emotional readjustment you will find that the poison it self is the remedy.

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