As the wise would say "Hang on"; hang on for a little longer and the pain would subside. I've been living by it all those years. I foresee a lull and once it’s there, I strengthen my grip in spite of the excruciating pain. Its mind boggling and it drives me nuts but I have no option than to cling my jaws and tolerate. Soon after, I am delighted to see the back of it and assume that I'd never have to see it again. Yes, the wise were right to predict that it would certainly pass, but with that creeps in a feeling of happiness to never experience an agonizing thing of the past. But it comes over and over, again and again, with a stronger current and intensity, with a momentum that could blow you to bits. I am always taken by a surprise when I experience it yet again. And it makes me think, "Is it wise to believe that the surpassing blue moments don’t ever repeat?" I have experimented with a multitude of strategies but most of them failed until eureka happened t...