Bliss in suffering

Its strange how in the quest of happiness, we forget what a irreplaceable role is played by suffering in our lives, in fact isn't it that the very quest, the desire and all the struggle for happiness is due to the suffering.This thought of complete absence of suffering has been pondering and threatening me for a very long time, not that there is even a slight possibility of it in the real world, but that is far from what the weird strings in my head have already construed! For me it is always this that brings me closer to another human being, the connection of two hearts resonates and the eyes caresses the bare soul only in suffering. There is an undefined truth and honesty in this bonding, unravelled through the layers of hypocrisy. Its absence may not only prove fatal but could lead to a state of complete indifference, which as someone has rightly said, is the opposite of life and beauty,worse than hatred and death.

I am not a sadist and neither a masochist but this way of celebrating suffering for what it brings is really fascinating. Thank god there is suffering and there is pain for it is that which makes me rather which keeps me human.It is this that has defined the word happiness for me and it is all those tears in which I had shed all my fears.