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redeeming suffering


It hurts, and it stings.

Our ability to suffer gets unbearably hard at times.

Sometimes it won’t let go. Won’t leave. Won’t ease up. Yet so much of our hurt goes unredeemed and remains dormant. It becomes meaningless.

But human suffering is not without its value. It should never be devoid of meaning.

I’m not suggesting you seek it out, but I am suggesting that you should not be afraid of it either.

You should have a deep longing to discover why you suffer and what purpose and meaning it all serves.

Suffering is a part of living. It’s the cost of admission to a meaningful life.

Saying that doesn’t make it any easier.

I really don’t know why we suffer. I don’t know why some of us suffer more than others. Or why all of us suffer differently, at different times, in so many different ways, and have such diverse thresholds for pain.

The fact remain that we do.

So, what do we do with it? What do we do, with the waves of the sea, the waves of human suffering that will continue to batter us? Pound us like the sea endlessly pounds the shore.

Dr. Viktor Frankl, the Austrian psychiatrist and survivor of the Auschwitz, wrote in his memoir Man’s Search for Meaning, that suffering ceases to be suffering when you discover a reason for it.

Pain ceases to be pain when you call it what it is and understand its purpose in your life.

This is why women continue to bear the painful burden of giving birth without complaint. Why Terry Fox courageously started and inspired a nation with his Marathon of Hope.

This is why Nelson Mandela sat in prison for twenty-six years.

He sat there for an unbearably long period of time yearning for freedom because he was resigned to suffer. He knew why he was suffering. He found his meaning. There was no reason to leave his small prison cell, in exchange for the larger prison cell of racist South Africa.

Suffering ceases to be suffering once you give it a meaning.

The philosopher Nietzsche put it this way.

If you suffer and can answer why, you can bear any how.

So, what is your why?

Isn’t it time to discern your purpose here.

The deeper you go in discovering who you are, and who you want to be, the deeper you will grow in redeeming your suffering.

There is no reason to suffer in silence.

There is no reason to suffer without purpose.

Name your suffering and either end it by having the courage to leave your abusive relationship or seek some help with your lifelong addiction.

If your suffering is unavoidable, you have to find the courage and summon the tears to suffer.

Suffer with meaning.

Bear pain with purpose.

Sacrifice for a reason.

It truly makes a difference. It will empower your human spirit.

Discover why you suffer.

Find the meaning for your pain.

It won’t be easy but fortifying yourself for the storms that are coming and resigning yourself to be battered by the wind, without purpose, is utterly foolish.


it's easier to have hope when you're not about to crash


Human beings are meant to fly.

We are meant to be happy and live meaningful lives, and not content to remain miserable or malcontent.

We are people of hope.

A nation of faith, and boy, do we need some right now, at this very moment. In this seemingly stifling time of darkness.

We all need it. We crave it. Every single one of us.

The whole world thirsts for hope. A divine reassurance that everything will be fine.

In every crevice and in every broken or shattered heart, exists a yearning for a meaningful life, for something different, for something better.

But why do we wait? Why do we wait so long for hope?

Why do we only look for hope when we’ve lost all ability to fly, and are about to crash into the ocean?

It is foolish to rely solely on the benevolence of magical fairies or angels to swoop down and keep as aloft.

But they get tired and frustrated too.

So, we need a bit more hope, a little more often, before things become hopeless.

You must embrace your humanity and believe in hope.

Being human and being alive is not curse.

Hope calls to you.


She is read and available to anyone that looks for her.

Hope is available anytime, but not in the few minutes before you panic and put on an exhaustible freak show. With your perpetual and uncomfortable rubbing of your hands, your screams of incoherent self-loathing, and the tears of misguided emotions. The tapping of your hand upon your head, the sudden movements, and the triumphant donning of your tinfoil hat.

This doesn’t account for the ill-timed wishful thinking you cling to, or the desperate prayers you mouth, that you hope will somehow conjure up the fairies and angels to make everything better again.

Things don’t just get better.

Hope is not a thing.

It is a daily practice.

Hope is just for the hopeless.

You should embrace hope every day.

She’ll walk with you when you stop gossiping and ripping people down.

She’ll find you, when you immerse yourself in a good book, or a thought provoking lecture.

She will hold you when you create art, or do something kind for someone.

She will remind you of your greatness, when you find yourself sitting alone, praying for the most vulnerable, the abandoned, and the imprisoned.

Of course, it is a lot easier to find hope when you are not about to crash.

Keep a daily journal of all the things you are grateful for. The things that went right. The people who are in your life.

Make a list. A simple list. You’re not writing a memoir. So, list five, or ten, or fifteen things that you are grateful for each day.

If you can’t find them, brace yourself for impact.

Write someone a thank you note. Perhaps a love letter. Or a script of gratitude that will become a sign of hope for their life.

Avoid negative thoughts.

Embrace positive people.

Seek them out.

Nag and beg them to stay. Chain yourself to their pant leg and refuse to let them go. Be persistent, until you are handed a restraining order, then let go.

If you do this, you’ll soon discover that people of hope are everywhere. There is no reason to beg them to stay. There is no reason for chains, and certainly no need for restraining orders.

Hopeful people surround us. They are everywhere. 

We don’t see them because sometimes, we are too busy flying and crashing. Not to mention the enormous effort it takes us to recover our wreck.

Believe in hope.

She believes in you.

Seek, and you will find.

Seek hope today, and you’ll become a source of comfort for the comfortless. You will be a light in the darkness.

You’ll save others from needlessly crashing into the ocean.


the meaning of human suffering


Pain and suffering.

It is undeniable that all of us are born to suffer and to experience pain.

It is an unescapable part of our human reality.

Throughout your life you will experience the sting of living. The loss of someone you loved. The agony of being abused or tormented. The pain of being a long-time addict.

Some suffering seems to last forever, and for some people, it does. The pain never truly goes away. It hides and refuses to leave. Becomes muted and fades for a brief period of time, only to flare up again, and consume them unsuspectingly.

It is going to hurt like hell.

That’s for sure.

But this is not the whole story.

That is not your story.

Just because pain is an unescapable and unavoidable human condition, doesn’t mean that it carries no value or holds no ultimate meaning for our lives.


That is the springboard of our conversation.

The meaning of human suffering.

You may disagree, but your pain has tremendous meaning.

Granted, it is a tough reality to embrace at the best of times and it is certainly not easy to believe in the redemptive power of suffering when you are drowning in another person’s filth, or laying numb, refusing to go on.

But all suffering, all pain, offers tremendous value, to everyone who seeks it out.

Suffering is not like an ache. It’s more like a gas.

It doesn’t only hurt here or there, but it suffocates and consumes our entire being.

It doesn’t matter in the least how much or how little gas fills your lungs, it will inevitably bring you to your knees, gasping for air, just the same. Which is fruitless then, to compare our pain; to compare wounds or rank our many circles of hell.

When our suffering abates. When the storm subsides. When our agony fades. We have to search for the purpose of the pain. You have to search for meaning.

You have to summon the courage to find it because it is there.

A hidden gift.

An inspiring example for you, but also for other people.

Suffering has tremendous meaning. 

It has great value, but sadly, too many people choose to suffer alone.

Too many people seek to dig the unforgiven or seek relief in anything else but each other.

When a Canadian goose is hurt, they leave their formation and head down to rest. They never leave alone. Another goose, comes along with them. To help them. To protect them. To ease their suffering.

Should we be more like the Canadian geese?

Of course.

It is never good to suffer in silence. It serves no purpose. It causes more harm.

It makes the whole world distant.

Your suffering is meant to be shared because there is nothing that says you must face all of this alone.

You are not helpless.

There is a tremendous power in being a human being. We have the divine ability to feel each other’s pain. To connect. To suffer together. To offer consolation and hope to one another.

Yet the victim who suffers is crippled by fear.

The fear of being misunderstood. The fear of being judged. Laughed at. Told to get on with it. To suck it up. To stop their ridiculous and unwanted whining.

But this great fear is not real.

True, some people are assholes. No doubt about it. They would defecate in your cornflakes if let them. They are not the goose you are looking for. They are a nauseating pigeon who shits all over everything.

Ignore this pigeon.

Fly down in the company of a true friend.

Don’t be afraid to be vulnerable. Your friend is vulnerable too.

You would be surprised how they suffer.

Suffer in silence.

They are searching for meaning too.