Life is short. And a lot of times things we go through seem to make no sense. Like why we suffer.
Most nights before I fall asleep my mind spins a hundred different ways. A lot of times it tries to make sense of things that have happened, and most of the time there are no answers, only questions.
Last night I was thinking of the runners who went through the Boston Marathon bombing, and ending up losing limbs. How much of a struggle it must be for them to get their lives back. Even though they have artificial limbs, it will never be the same. They will always have pain in one form or another. What is the reason? What is just bad luck that they were there that day?
Perhaps suffering is just part of the human experience.