“There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings” -Fyodor Dostoevsky
Through the crucible of suffering we can extract a true why of substance; a worthy magnetism to direction. Prior to this purpose building, we must decide if we are to construct or deconstruct under the gravity of suffering’s ephemeral existence state. The process of tuning grace in harmony with the cosmic operator, shifts agency and acceptance in gear; becoming friction and base between moving parts in slipstream: traction. Suffering and grace juxtaposed on a hazy background of abstractness becomes the canvas by which we paint our life’s purpose. A flint we strike fervently creating promethium fires of why. Creation ignites and illuminates, becoming a beacon propelling the individual and collective conscious with an indomitable why independent of the literal and figurative binds of conventional shackle.
Embracing the lofty blanket of suffering is a practice. To taste warm metallic blood, feel rivers of searing cheek salt, and gouge eyes from sharpness of thought, are all exquisite flavors to the practiced connoisseur. Deeply embrace the sacredness of burden and responsibility with open eyes. Share carriage in low light conditions with the shadowy companion dusty and devoid of terrestrial temperature who’s conversations keeps good company as chaos flows.
Be worthy and exhibit grace in the face of adversity. The world watches the hero.
