When I was younger I thought going through something rough would be fun, or uplifting somehow. That sounds odd, but it was how everyone portrayed terrible things. You go through this horrid experience, and suddenly youre a better person. I wanted that; everyone wants to be a better person.Now, though, after all of this, I realized that wasnt true. Not all the time, at least. Suffering didnt make a person stronger. It didnt make character, or mold someone into a better part of themselves.It coulddont get me wrong, it could. It could make someone see the light, see the world through a clearer vision. It could change everything. It could make people good and courteous, make them spend their lives trying to save others. Their past could lead them to something brighter in the future, creating the theory that everything happened for a reason. It could make them grateful for their life instead of hateful, scornful, wishing they were never born.But it wasnt like that for me; I didnt get better. For me, all pain ever did was hurt.