“Your suffering is beautiful, you know?” I turned to the man with deeply furrowed brows. “What do you mean?” I asked. He chuckled disarmingly. “I don’t mean anything by it. Suffering can be beautiful. It brings despair and melancholia, but there is a purity to it that bears unmarred authenticity. The kind that motivates you to help others. Your suffering urges you on, powers your need to help. There is a maudlin beauty to that.”
