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Suffering
Her name doesn’t matter. She’s my friend. One of my best friends. And the guy she married. . . Well, let’s just say he’s not the most patient one around. When the supper wasn’t perfect, he’d hurt her somewhere it wouldn't bruise. Like in the stomach. To teach her a lesson, he said. So she’d remember to do it right next time.
They’re not together now. I’m glad, because it killed me to know that she wasn’t safe. But separation hasn’t ended the suffering.
Suffering doesn’t go away that easily. It lingers, tormenting the mind even after the body has healed. Pain is more than physical. Her pain was mine in a way. Because she’s my friend. Knowing I couldn’t fix it made it worse. That was my suffering.
Synonyms for suffering are plenty and profound. Anguish. Misery. Affliction. Agony. Distress. Sends shivers down your spine just hearing them. Ugly, hateful, painful words that capture the essence of emotional devastation.
I can’t believe humans were intended to suffer like we do. I won’t. I choose to reject that notion.
I think we were meant to be happy. Contented. Joyful. Blissful, even. It takes a strong person to face suffering and keep any happiness in their soul. Sometimes I don’t know how my friend does it. How she wakes up to face the morning. How she remembers to smile.
And you? Your suffering? You weren’t created for it, you know. There’s an answer for it all. I choose to believe that. If I didn’t I’d lose hope. And in suffering, hope is my lifeline.
They’re not together now. I’m glad, because it killed me to know that she wasn’t safe. But separation hasn’t ended the suffering.
Suffering doesn’t go away that easily. It lingers, tormenting the mind even after the body has healed. Pain is more than physical. Her pain was mine in a way. Because she’s my friend. Knowing I couldn’t fix it made it worse. That was my suffering.
Synonyms for suffering are plenty and profound. Anguish. Misery. Affliction. Agony. Distress. Sends shivers down your spine just hearing them. Ugly, hateful, painful words that capture the essence of emotional devastation.
I can’t believe humans were intended to suffer like we do. I won’t. I choose to reject that notion.
I think we were meant to be happy. Contented. Joyful. Blissful, even. It takes a strong person to face suffering and keep any happiness in their soul. Sometimes I don’t know how my friend does it. How she wakes up to face the morning. How she remembers to smile.
And you? Your suffering? You weren’t created for it, you know. There’s an answer for it all. I choose to believe that. If I didn’t I’d lose hope. And in suffering, hope is my lifeline.
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