I’ve always wondered, is this all there really is to life? What’s the point?
I’m sure there are some people out there that have some reasoning or logic to answer this question, but call me ignorant or uneducated, I don’t understand why people must go through a life of suffering, for no reason.
Why does it seem like all of the good people on this earth, die young? Meanwhile there are evil and abusive people everywhere that seem to live to 100. I don’t get it. That seems to leave the rest of us with more and more evil to deal with.
They say, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”….stronger for what? I didn’t realize that life was meant to be a struggle. I’m not sure where I got the idea that life should be filled with happiness, but long ago I realized that that is a myth, a farce, a misunderstanding that children believe in.
In some aspects I do understand the quote from above. I guess I’m happy that I can take on the world without much fear, after being abused in every way, since the day I was born. But, how does that compute? It’s ok that innocent children are abused, neglected, and unloved? That doesn’t make sense to me.
Is this God’s plan for us?
I know, there are religious, christian, God loving people out there that will be disgusted by this question, but really, is this what God intended for us? Lifetimes of abuse and feeling no love or compassion from anyone? I thought people were supposed to be kind to each other, and compassionate, empathetic? How are we supposed to live that way when there are fewer and fewer good people left? I’m a very empathetic, compassionate, and kind person. I understand that that’s what God wants, and I’m not worried about getting into heaven because I’ve earned my way in.
I just don’t understand the meaning of life…
Maybe I’m not meant to.