Endurance can be a harsh reality, a constraint that remains in the deepest fractures of our souls. Its nearness can be terrible, marking us with enthusiastic scars that are not effectively recovered. But endurance isn't a burden we should escape. It is, incomprehensibly, the pot of our development and the trademark of our humanity.

In a society where consolation has become an extreme goal, the simple phrase of endurance mixes with distress. We see it as the uncomfortable kid at school, as someone to avoid even being seen with, let alone being trapped in.

Our persistent interest in comfort leads to stagnation, dulling our faculties and discouraging our souls.

Endurance, at this point, isn't a variation; it's a necessary part of human engagement. To look for a life destitute of enduring is to miss out on the significant profundities of worship, the concentrated of bliss, and the soul-stirring control of craftsmanship. To disregard enduring is to remain ceaselessly a child until the end of time, sheltered from the complexities and abundance of human life. Tragically, many choose this far less demanding path.

Our perception of endurance must change. Don't revile it as a vomited situation, but celebrate it as a catalyst for development. For it is in the fires of endurance that we discover our reason, our strength, and our true self. Everything beneficial, every significant commitment, asks us to walk through the fires.

Embrace endurance, for it is the portal to being human.