Why must we suffer? And why does it seem like it’s all in vain? I am beginning to think that my own suffering is surely in vain; it doesn’t make me a stronger person or build my character, or give me any new insight. It simply sucks the life from me like a parasite. If I knew somehow that I had a future, a real chance, perhaps I could push through.
I wonder how many of us would be able to make it through if we just had something (or someone) to validate our existence on this earth–– to just validate our suffering, and to tell us that it’s not in vain, and that we are meaningful in all of our imperfection and misery.