It hit me this morning that as human beings, we are suffering creatures.
After all, suffering is basically written into the very code of all existence; to exist itself is to go against entropy, to summon together the forces of energy against decay, life against death – to work to create in a world of other people’s eyes and ears and judgments and socialities, minds in the full simulacrum of our brief temporal moment; to think and plan in a world of social relationships to do good and bad, right or wrong, ever to refine or polish, to push forward into the void, or to push against fate and the results of our own inaction.
Whether it is currency, social esteem, attraction, mates, or a future, a person is likely to suffer for these things; and if one is so lucky as to not suffer for one of them, one is likely to suffer for other things.
What are you suffering for today, and what are you willing to suffer for?
Are the things that you are suffering for things you deserve to suffer for?
Are they things that you truly want, or are the things you suffer for things that merit that suffering?
