Suffering on Purpose?

Even though it is our heart's wish to be free of suffering, sometimes we are most comfortable in our pain.

A friend of mine recently relayed a story to me from the Old Testament, where a prophet marries a prostitute and though he offers her freedom from her duties as a prostitute, where she is degraded and treated poorly, she chooses time and again to return to the degradation because it is where she is most comfortable.

You will have to forgive me for my rudimentary take on this tale. What I gathered, is that often we will do things we know will make others unhappy, and puts our own selves in a precarious predicament, purely for the fact that it is familiar; we know the most likely of outcomes and we know we can handle whatever curve balls come our way, as we have danced this number before.

Our spirits are not extinguishable. They are the life light that burns in our core and gives us our fire and breath that allows us to live. We can find ourselves lost, at times, and unable to distinguish a good choice from a bad one. We may realize, eventually that we have made certain life choices out of habit.

This does not make those around us feel better with the minute exception of the distinction that they are not crazy when they feel like they have been here before. Love is a funny thing and can burst forth like a shield, to form a protective barrier around us when we are in need. If you are facing diversity, within or around your own life, remember that things are not always what they seem.

If any of this sounds like exactly the nastiness that has plucked up in your life, at the moment, it very well may help you to know, you are not in this alone. I am by your side, armed to the teeth, fighting the proverbial good fight.