According to Osho, life is not nothing but suffering; pain is a servant of joy, like thorns protecting a flower. Sorrow trains, polishes, and tunes us—gold through fire, strings tightened for music, a seed breaking to become a tree. With awakened seeing, even tears freshen laughter; we discern benediction within neglect and beauty within cactus-like hardships. Existence prepares us for unfolding bliss.
Hard times are like thorns and instrument-tuning—they can hurt, but they help the flower and the music (your joy) appear.