The Marks of Suffering

“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.” Tender Is The Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald
If you know anything about Fitzgerald, you know that there was a good bit of suffering in his life.  Some he brought on himself, some was just “fate” or whatever you want to call it that brings calamities our way.  And with suffering, it is so true that “there is nothing to be done about it.”