Art serves us best precisely at that point where it can shift our sense of what is possible, when we know more than we knew before, when we feel we have - by some manner of a leap - encountered the truth. That, by the logic of art, is always worth the pain.
Sawal kuch bhi ho, jawab tum hi ho. Rasta kuch bhi ho, manjil tum hi ho. Dukh koi bhi ho, khushi tum hi ho. Gussa kitna bhi ho, pyar tum hi ho. Kyoki tum hi ho, ab tum hi ho. ~{"¥ogesh"}~
Even where love has run thin the child's soul musters strength... the rush of purpose to make a life worth living past abandonment building the layers up again over the torn hole.