But all things must be said and done with the Buddhist perspective. All things must be done with deep respect for people. All things must acknowledge that even in pleasure there is suffering, always a quality to enjoyment in which there is preserved in the mind a haunting sorrow, a place out of which honesty comes. And perhaps there is in suffering, not that anyone would or could by human nature ever endorse suffering over the easier ways of life, the joy of finding something real, like love, in many ways the emotion of great embarrassment and chagrin, but yet a facet of our character.
There can, as an adult, never be any simple thing, it seems, not fraught with tension. Even to read and write can be pained and painful, as much as it is some sort of positive effort to garner meaning out of life.
This is the essentially Buddhist teaching of The Last Supper. Even during a fine feast with wine and friends there is suffering, if not present, not far away and comprehended. Even as the master's "feet" are relieved of muscular tension.