One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.
Sophocles isn't making the sentimental claim that love makes suffering disappear—he's suggesting something stranger: that love fundamentally changes our *relationship* to pain, so the weight itself becomes bearable, even luminous. When you love someone deeply, a sleepless night spent worrying about them feels categorically different from the same night spent alone with anxiety; the suffering hasn't lessened, but it's been recontextualized by purpose. That single word "frees" does the real work here—not by lifting us out of life's difficulties, but by giving us a reason to carry them that transforms what burden means.
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Viktor Frankl“We suffer more often in imagination than in reality.”
Seneca