The Cogito

What is suffering? Suffering is defined as pain, distress or hardship. What then, does it mean to suffer? For the duration of his life, man will define suffering through his instinctive lens. Monocles from which he will experience the world. The carnal flesh within it, it’s boundless fruit from trees, it’s finite land and infinite water all in a symbiotic balance of nature and beast. It’s wild.
To suffer through something then must mean to learn from it. If not, the suffering becomes a form of torture. It’s mindless, pointless and doomed to repeat itself. You will become Sisyphus and the Boulder, eternally doomed to keep repeating the same thing. Time will be boundless for you. Therefore, one must reflect upon their own circumstance. Wrapping the sensation from the physical to the metaphysical. From the mental to the depths of consciousness unlocking an amassed form of truth.
To suffer then, must also mean to grow. As aforementioned, the learning should result in a lesson, derived from experience leading to prolific change. It’s using what specious hopelessness lies before you and building a foundation upon it from which to spring forward. A way to look ahead using new pair of monocles. Cognizant of ones past; paying homage to the future and unforeseeable truths ahead. This too, is a cycle of sorts.
Is suffering, then, always a bad thing? If one can evolve stronger, faster, smarter, more capable – should we then pursue to suffer?
Respect your insight and inner world. Suffer for what you feel is worthwhile. Push aside notions preconceived, pack away messages delivered (some on the surface, others lurking beneath). It’s not worth living under false pretenses.
Not everything is as it seems. So trite and yet bearing truth. Modernity has superimposed itself, packaged as something desirable, lurking with deceit. Question, everything. Do not do as you are told. Challenge the systems because one day you will wake up to find the systems are your chains and shackles.

About Maya

I like words like "labyrinthian," "kerfuffle," and "serendipitous" because they're mellifluous. I love poetry, pumpkin ales, sangria, long summer days, Fall foliage, going out of my way to step on crunchy leaves in October, live music, Jazz, Salsa dancing, theater, film (foreign and indie), the arts (myriad varieties), dance (in theory and practice) and any place where I can sit outdoors and take it all in.
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