Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
This simple haiku goes deep. How many of us have wondered about suffering, why there is suffering? How many of us have simply accepted it as a fact of life that we have to deal with and get over?
Suffering, we either question it or passively accept it.
But this haiku has another element that perhaps isn’t asked as often, “Are they beautiful?”
Is suffering beautiful? Does it even have the ability to be beautiful? And if so, what makes suffering beautiful?
Suffering usually blinds us and all we can see is pain, or darkness. Beauty is light, it is hope, it is love, it is roses and sunlight; pain is not these things. Suffering is starvation, suffering is slavery, suffering is hopeless. And here we meet the beauty in suffering, for what is the point of hope if all is going well? Do we need hope when life is easy?
Hope is most difficult but most present when things are bleak. Hope is most clearly seen in those who persevered through the trials of the Holocaust, through the survivors of modern day slavery, through any person who has clung to life despite the apparent hopelessness of their situation. This is where hope is seen, this is where beauty is seen most for the contrast is greatest here in the pain, in the blood, in the isolation.
Can you remember the most desperate situation in history? An innocent man. Full grown. Able to see the hate that other had for him. Able to decide with his free will to hate them in return. With one word he could silence them forever. He could let them suffer and die and burn in the fires of hell for their hatred deserved it. Be he loved them, he loved them madly. And though he was perhaps tempted to abandon them, he would not will it, for his love was too great. He decided to love them instead. And so came suffering, and pain, and while he bled from the torture from those whom he loved, he forgave them. Were he allowed he would have stepped down, kissed their feet, and returned to his place. Bleak. Painful. Terrible. Beautiful. For such an innocent and sweet person to love his torturers.
It’s all I can think about when I think of beauty, It’s all I can think about when I think of suffering.
Beauty at it’s purest is revealed through immense suffering, if one chooses to love and to hope.
We can choose between scars of emptiness and scars filled with beauty.