flowing thoughts

                             pic credit:- google   Suffering is a misunderstanding. It exists… It’s real. I can call it a misunderstanding, but I can’t pretend that it doesn’t exist, or will ever cease to exist. Suffering is the condition on which we live. And when it comes, you know it. You know it as the truth. Of course it’s right to cure diseases, to prevent hunger and injustice, as the social organism does. But no society can change the nature of existence. We can’t prevent suffering. This pain and that pain, yes, but not Pain. A society can only relieve social suffering, unnecessary suffering. The rest remains. The root, the reality. All of us here are going to know grief; if we live fifty years, we’ll have known pain for fifty years… And yet, I wonder if it isn’t all a misunderstanding — this grasping after happiness, this fear of pain… If instead of fearing it and running from it, one could… get through it, go beyond it. There is something beyond it. It’s the self that suffers,

What are you supposed to do when you’re sitting alone and you can feel your heart break and your breath gets stuck in your throat and you just want to scream but you sit in silence waiting for the pain to pass? Are you supposed to get help? How can you call for help if you can’t breathe? Do I deserve this? Sometimes I like to think if I sit by myself and smile a little more I’ll be okay but I think in the end I’m just sitting alone waiting for darkness to just take me over..