It’s when you start looking forward to suffering, and when that suffering is sometimes more gratifying than pleasure, that you realize you might just be owned.
suffering
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.
“In one way or another I’ve always suffered. I didn’t know why exactly. But I do know that I’m not so scared of suffering now. I feel more than I’ve ever felt and I’ve found someone to feel with. To play with. To love in a way that feels right for me. I hope he knows that I can see that he suffers too. And that I want to love him.” – from the film Secretary.
I’ll admit part of me swooned when you referenced Mauss. But part of me almost felt violated.
I sometimes feel too well-known when people read the same books as I. I feel like they have a part of me that way and I, by extension, have a part of them by knowing what they’ve read. I start to associate them with the work. They become part of it
It’s not the same with movies. There’s just something about books.
But that’s the very spirit of the gift, isn’t it? You give me part of yourself and I’m indebted. I give you some of me and you’re in my debt. And you know how I feel about power exchanges.
It’s funny to remember you as you were before you existed, subtle visitor. You know how I’ve suffered getting accustomed to you.
You know when someone puts something into words so easily when you’ve spent so long struggling to verbalize it?