Travels through a fog filled valley
What if we’re all suffering?
Some are astutely aware of it. Others stumble drunkenly through their lives, dully sensing the pain in moments when the anesthesia wears off and we have not found our next fix.
What if suffering is the human condition?
What if suffering is the price of the human condition — what we pay for our tenure in our lives?
What does the price buy?
It buys beauty, love, joy. It buys caresses, children falling asleep on our laps, unexpected presents from nervous suitors. It buys awe, sunrises, fog lying low, and more.
What if suffering is the currency we must pay to buy all that?
If so, it’s the deal of the century, even if prices have gone up.