Suffering

Suffering.  Bar humbug.  Gross man.  And other things that indicate my dislike of it.  I do not know anyone who does not go through it, but to be totally up front I like it better when it is other people and not me.
I ask myself, the people I am surrounded by, does that qualify as suffering?  Does someone look at me and say, that poor man.  It probably does not qualify.  In fact (and please do not tell them this) I reckon it is the opposite of suffering.  I will go right out on a limb here, and say I actually like the people I know.
We probably all know them, but I know folk who suffer due to an ongoing medical condition.  For some it is terminal.  But whether I like it or not, life as I know it is terminal.
It is often a case of “soldiering on.”  There are good days and bad days.  I had a mate who was having a good day.  He decided to do what he had always done and ended up in bed for three days after it.  It is such a learning curve.  I know for me I would so much like to do what I have always done, but the sad fact is I cannot.  I have only come to realize that as I have tried and failed.
I have to live with the way things have become.  I know a number of folk like me.  There is no doubt resentment.  To go from one thing to a lesser thing takes some getting used to.  But I have found it does not help to wish.  Of course, it helps to do what can be done but when I reach that point, I can only work with what I have got.
To me it is a case of working within my limitations.  I go for what I can when I know I can and do what I gotta do at other times.  So please be nice to me.  I have a condition.  Ok so the condition I have might be very different to the one you believe I have, but as is commonly said these days, “whatever”.
Besides, my belief system is such that I believe this is only temporary.
I suffered when I lost my parents.  Saying “I lost my parents” is really weird to me.  It implies negligence on my part.  The fact it is inevitable does not make it any easier.  There are tears.  There is mourning.  There is “if only.”  There is the facing of the new reality.
In my case they are missed.   The natural sadness gives way to a dealing with the present reality.  It is not easy, but it happens.  A Prime Minister famously said “life wasn’t meant to be easy.”   The fact is it was hard.
Actually, all suffering is hard.  I guess that is the nature of it.  It would not be called suffering if it was not, well, suffering.  I find it is never pleasant.  The fact that good can come at the end is not always front and centre.    I would much prefer to achieve the same good an easier way thank you.