Shocking. The word comes with a variety of connotations. Simply being in a state of shock deprives you of sensory control; you lose your stock photo world as it turns to chaos under a black sun. Too many eyes, pounding headaches, coldness seeping through your skin. Taste and smell intertwined, overloading neurons and cells taste blood. This lack of understanding, momentary loss of hope, keeps us running. It keeps us alive.
Such a feeling may seem contrary to human survival, but it carves deep valleys and high mountains in otherwise flat souls, releasing rivers of life-blood sustaining the balance between body, mind and soul. Sometimes shock causes strong emotions, sometimes it quells a storm inside. When you taste concrete dust and see grey fog and hear stillness, you feel, and make space for opinions and thoughts that once only existed in the unconscious. Shock awakens your darkest fears and deepest dreams, grounding you and flinging you into a destiny you didn't choose, but rather it chose you.
When you hear the fireworks and feel the screams in your bones and the panic rises in you until you only feel the insatiable need to run, you feel, and you gain a knowledge of yourself, your instincts, your loves, the good and bad that motivate you. You bear that loud humming in your bones, gathering into a tremendous crescendo that ends in a crash, and in the silence that follows, you learn and grow.
Shock is the opposite of comfort.