Why we should pay homage to sorrow

This post is for those who have thought long and hard about life, this world's mysteries and his or her's place in it in regards to them.  To them let me simply say you will not find a more consicuous or outlandish law to consider than that of sorrow and its productiveness.

It is a life of joy and happiness for which we all search but fact be told joy is life's ne'er do well.  Don't tell me tell yourselves -- after you have partied, drank, sang, and danced a night, a day, a weekend away what do you have left besides less money and more than likely a headache and mocking hollow echoes about a hard to rememer few  moments of ones life?

Now on the other hand let's take a look at what sorrow's baggage is.  Mankinds greatest achievements have come from mankinds greatest pain.  It is the sweat on the brow of a farmer in his field, a mechanic repairing an engine, a fireman fighting a fire, a policeman enforcing the law, a mother giving birth, a poet's soothing verse and yes, soldier's dying in battle which having given birth to man's greatest achievements.

Tell me, you have all been to at least one, what great value did you ever bring home from a picnic?  What great scientific discovery can be attributed to a round of golf?  Have you ever for one moment given thougt to teaching your children that all the benefits to mankind that can be attributed to a quick bedding in a motel or cars backseat, or to binge drinking, or partying ones life away or all the sports, good or bad, in this world, or from all of ones laughter contrived or otherwise, would do no more than fill the corner of one's eye to a far lesser extent than a grain of sand.

Have you ever stopped to think that all man has accomplished on this good earth stems from his wounds, his brusises, his sorrows, and that from man's sorrows, not his joys, have come healing.  Greatness does not rise from a romp in bed with a Prom Queen.  Greatness is the byproduct of suffering.  Grace rises from anguish, not a drunken toast or brawl. 

Man's cruelty is seperated only by inches from man's pleasure.  And most of all beware that beneath the false facades we present to the world lurks patiently waiting for an excuse to reveal its horrid self to the world our heartless sensualistness.  Beware those who make their sensulistness their god for they are the ones who find joy in their grossness.

By all means be happy when you can, but remember, don't vacillate when confronted with pain or sacrifice for only withing these sorrows can be found the mysterious treasures of ones soul.  To suffer is to live.  To experience disappointment, disilllusionment, failure, humiliation, betrayal, bereavement, loneliness, out of such sorrows come man's enobling qualities which endear us to God.

Joy is good, seek it by all means in its noblest, not shallowest, sense.  But sorrow, which none of us truly seek but destiny brings to our lives is the better law of life so we shouldn't shun it.  While Joy may momentarily fertilize our lives; it is only from sorrow our nobleness grows.   SYOTB