Suffering and pain are a constant in this life, as the Greek poet Aeschylus attested almost 2,500 years ago in his masterwork Prometheus Bound.
Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside
The prison wall of pain to exhort and teach the one
Wrong? I accept the word. I willed, willed to be wrong!
And helping humans I found to be troublesome for myself,
Yet I did not expect a punishment as this —
To be assigned an uninhabited desert peak,
Listen, stop wailing for the pain I suffer now.
Step on the ground; I’ll tell you what the future holds
Do what I ask you, do it! Share the suffering
Of one whose turn is now. Grief is a wanderer
Who visits many, bringing always the same gift.