Philothea wrote:
I believe suffering can be incredibly beautiful, when it is done out of love for someone else. Love and self-sacrifice are so intertwined, it would be hard to have one without the other. Sacrifice out of love begins to stop feeling like suffering anymore, because you are so willing to do it.
Think about parenthood. It begins with childbirth, one of the most horrible physical pains imaginable, but the reward is having a child to love, and so mothers don't really count the cost. They say "I would die for my child" as a way of expressing, "I am willing to suffer in the most ultimate way I know how, that is how very great my love is."
Or, think of the classic love story, Romeo and Juliet. Again, the ultimate pain, death, as an expression of sacrifice for another person, because they loved that person so, so much. I know this is real, I have felt it, I'm just sorry I'm describing it so poorly.
Frankly, I find pain disgusting and a goddamned nuisance. Childbirth is not beautiful because of pain but because a child is born. If you enjoy the pain you are a masochist. I do not enjoy the double suicide of Romeo and Juliet but am hugely saddened by the unnecessary confusion and misery and frustration of two people in love unable to fulfill the promise good lives because of the fundamental stupidity of their social environment.