Life = suffering
I’m realizing that suffering is inseparable with living here and now.
I think one of the goals in life is to endure suffering virtuously. This is obviously not an original thought whatsoever. Many people have said the same thing. The only difference is that I’m now convinced of those words. I would have brushed those words off my shoulders six years ago and never given it a second thought.
But even though life is full of suffering, it doesn’t mean that there is no meaning or purpose. Meaning is found in the struggle; in the pits of hell, when the will to live is fading, it is in that moment we decide whether we will endure this suffering virtuously and overcome the darkness or forego the will to endure.
How do I put my thoughts succinctly? Suffering is written into the code of life. Enduring that suffering virtuously is where meaning is found.