If we give in to suffering, its current will carry us, as it always does — down and away from presence, away from now, into the depths of despair and disconnection.
But if we pause, if we recognize the trigger — that subtle nudge toward the edge — we can stop the spiral before it begins. In that moment of awareness, we can defuse the noise and rise above it, reframing suffering as a teacher rather than a tyrant. With courage, we can grasp the root of the weed and pull it free, clearing the soil for new life to seed.
Suffering is, at its core, a perspective — a lens shaped by our beliefs, fears, and the heavy shadows of guilt, shame, and self-reproach. Yet, it also holds the potential to be something more: a portal to healing, an invitation to transformation.
This shift in perception may feel unnatural at first, running against the grain of cultural conditioning. But like any practice of the heart, it becomes second nature with time, opening the way to lightness, growth, and renewal.
Per dolorem renovamur
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“Burn It Down (The Divine Arsonist)”