There’s a tenuous line between pain and pleasure. Upon examination, it’s really more of a no man’s land. It’s disputed territory we play in. It’s something that I fight against time and time again: I enjoy this. No matter how close to just plain awful it seems to get, I enjoy this.

So, it’s no coincidence that the novel about Michelangelo’s life was called The Agony and the Ecstasy. The two are not mutually exclusive. It boils down to the nature of suffering. And you know how I feel about suffering.

Facts stand that suffering can be beautiful. And you must be aware by now that not everything beautiful is necessarily good. Though, I suppose it depends on how you approach that word as well.

Nonetheless, I’m sure we can take an example from Michelangelo and find art in this suffering.