So much suffering that is diagnosed as personal is the creation and destruction of the world as we know it.
It is the twine that holds our culture together as well as the acid that disintegrates all order and the building blocks that make up our subjective reality.
Every action made against us, every child murdered, woman *****, life ruined, just is.
We are merely comprised of our reactions to the objective ******* that comes crashing through our lives, making everything hyper-personal and self-involved.
If we could just step outside of ourselves we could view things with compassion and understanding.
Countless acts of suffering went onto inspire the most beautiful art, the greatest stories, and the most historic pieces of music.
Our suffering has painted the human experience has we see it today: flawed, personal, though somehow perfect.
If we could take our suffering and view it with the beauty it might inspire, maybe, just maybe, it would be bearable.