Life would be boring without pain, they say. A life without pain wouldn’t have any meaning, it would serve no purpose. No reason to carry on.
Is marriage only beautiful after divorce?
Is laughter only heartwarming around the occasional tear and suffering?
Why does something have to end for it to have been beautiful? And why do we desire negativity to give positivity any worth?
I refuse to think like that.
And I don’t hold a God in high regard that needs such a method to keep us occupied. An intelligent creator would be able to provide a species a life of worth without pain every now and then to remind us of what we used to have. A family member isn’t only worth loving after they are no longer with me. A beautiful building doesn’t attract my attention after it has been demolished.
No-one should be imprisoned to help them value freedom.
No-one should be given bouts of depression to help them value life.
I don’t value a world that is full of pain and loss, just to value love and joy.
Am I grateful in this life? Of course. Should I expect God’s punishment just to value his praise? No.
There is a beauty in that.