Without suffering, would there be any change? If one is perfectly content where they are, is there any impetus to rearrange the status quo? Is not a dance but the graceful movement from one impossible-to-hold position to another? If the dancer stops in any single pose, the body soon aches in protest. Movement and flow is required to keep the pain of stagnation at bay.
Perhaps then, it is time to give thanks for the pokes and irritants that prod us forward, the anger, sadness and upset that point the way., inciting a pain without which we would rot away, snuggled in complacency.
Blessed be the roses and the thorns.