Suffering. And Alone. A verb and an adjective combining to form a devastating truth of life.
To be alive, is to oscillate between suffering or misery and happiness. It’s at the core of our purpose, or as some philosophers will have you believe anyway. Core or not, suffering is unavoidable.
One would tend to believe, that for something which is unavoidable and forms a big part of our existence, humanity would have found a systematic way to deal with it. To manage or cope with it.
Sure, coping mechanisms do exist and the ones that currently prevail include availing support from family and friends, or talking to a psychiatrist, or drowning oneself in the bottle, so on and so forth. However, all support mechanisms provide relief in part to the sufferer or the situation, but they don’t take away the suffering in its entirety. Can a family or support group eradicate the pain or eventual loss of everything for a cancer patient or their family? While a night out with friends can help forget the pain of a broken heart, the healing however, happens over time and on its own.
Suffering is an experience to be dealt with alone.
One finds himself curled up in the middle of an infinite chamber filled with darkness. And the light within oneself needs to be discovered and brought out to scamper away the darkness and find another reason for happiness & joy; another reason to live.
Until then, we suffer alone.