Beauty in Suffering (part 2)

With my face pressed firmly to my hands and my elbows acting as pillars that hold up this weighty house of anxiety I close my eyes wandering and wondering if I will make it through this week of school.  A still small voice brings light into the shadowy thoughts giving my head enough strength to lift itself off those pillars that were about to shatter.  As I look up, that same light peels back the crusty scales from my eyes, and I begin to see, to see others struggling, suffering as I am.  I thought for a moment, "why did this glimmer of hope reveal to me the suffering of others?"  All at once my mind bones and body were being revived, but "it couldn't be because I now see others suffering", I thought.  Then I realized "it", whatever it was, God?...Was reminding me that I was not alone not just because others are also suffering, but "it is with me".  Whatever, it may be, it brought me to a place of comfort, of peace, and here is what I noticed as beautiful, though I was drowning in work, this peace brought me to present.  I no longer was traveling down hypothetical trails that came from a feeling of defeat because of school, but I was radiating with hope, though not very sure what it was hope in.  In this presence a beautiful compassion washed over me like a cool dip in a spring on a hot summary day, and I came beside myself seeking the alleviation of others suffering.  All that was going on in that moment of defeat had left I was victorious (though no actual further studying or home work was accomplished) I felt free alive because my eyes were opened I could see others as they were and became able to come where they were in their suffering.  What is beautiful?  Maybe when one's eyes are opened to see past their own selves.  When people seek to alleviate suffering of another even at the expense of their own selves.