It's a mystery, really. We're not entirely sure why we suffer. But let's be real, it's probably because we're all just a bunch of masochists who enjoy being miserable.
Or maybe it's just because we've all been conditioned to believe that suffering is a sign of character, like some kind of twisted badge of honor. "Oh, look at me, I've been through so much pain and hardship, I'm a real trooper."
We suffer because it's a good story to tell. "Oh, woe is me, my life is so hard, I've got bills to pay and a soul that's slowly withering away."
We suffer because it's a great excuse for not doing anything productive with our lives. "Sorry, can't do that thing you asked of me, I'm too busy suffering."
Or maybe it's just because we're all secretly a bunch of nihilists who think that life is meaningless, and the only way to truly experience that is through suffering.
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