I think there's a right amount of real suffering, although I'm having some trouble figuring out what it is, or what 'real' means.
I have seen (I have lived) what happens when there's not enough real suffering. Others have noticed something similar:
Experience suggests that if men cannot struggle on behalf of a just cause because that just cause was victorious in an earlier generation, then they will struggle against the just cause. They will struggle for the sake of struggle. They will struggle, in other words, out of a certain boredom.
There was also this talk, about some of the complexities of suffering; and some of its virtues.
(We talked about it a little on SN; the larger context may be of interest.)
I'm trying to figure out what to do with this. Like, how to "train" for it. How to welcome it into my life at a dose that I can tolerate.
An imaginary future where I have the suffering strength equivalent of a dude who can squat 500 pounds seems so fucking glorious. Not sprouting from some hard-assed macho yearning, but because it would be like an all-access pass to a rock festival filled with bands that you love; because it would unlock the most beautiful parts about being alive.