Does suffering make life beautiful?
a question like so must come from someone who has never experienced suffering in life. it almost seems like an oxymoron in a way. how could suffering ever make life beautiful? the answer is: life is beautiful if you allow yourself to heal from the suffering.
the summer before my sophomore year, i lost my grandmother. this had not been the first loved one i had lost, but it was the most painful. i spent months laying in bed wondering how to stop my own suffering. drugs? alcohol? a razor? i was desperate for anything. anything to relieve the pain. this went on for months until i finally accepted the grief and allowed myself to heal. i had to let the suffering go. this is most definitely easier said than done, but it's worth it. this is how you find the beauty in living.
now many days and nights have passed since i've seen my grandmother's face, and that's okay. the memories are beautiful. the wisdom she left me with is beautiful. the smells that linger in public places and remind me of her are beautiful. the suffering is worth it, because the healing is beautiful. you must allow yourself to see it.