I think of pain as a great leveler, as well as a possible gateway into the sublime. It can bring us together, it can wipe away ignorance and propagate wisdom, it can catalyze for amazing art (pain touches everyone, and in its universal reach, gives rise to truth). I think of it as a caustic gift when it’s thrust upon me, but still—I try not to seek it.
Because I think there are easier ways to tap the sublime. If I’m in pain, it’s usually because I’ve let smaller mistakes compound into a giant interest payment.