Unknown21
The past never dies. Forever 22.
- Apr 25, 2023
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Every ounce of suffering, every pang of pain, every moment steeped in despair felt like an inescapable part of a cruel design. I often find myself questioning the purpose of it all—what was the reason behind this relentless torment? Why are some souls condemned to navigate a living hell, while others seem to glide effortlessly through life, embracing joy and fulfillment at every turn?
It's a haunting dichotomy that lingers in my mind, a bitter reminder of the unfairness that permeates existence. The weight of anguish can feel so heavy, as if it were a shackle binding me to a reality I never chose. Meanwhile, I watch as others bask in the warmth of happiness, their laughter echoing like a distant melody, a stark contrast to the silence of my own struggles.
What is the purpose of this suffering? Is it a test, a lesson, or simply the randomness of fate? The questions swirl endlessly, leaving me grappling with a sense of injustice that seems insurmountable. It's as if life has drawn arbitrary lines, separating those who thrive from those who merely survive, and I can't help but wonder why I was placed on this side of the divide.
It's a haunting dichotomy that lingers in my mind, a bitter reminder of the unfairness that permeates existence. The weight of anguish can feel so heavy, as if it were a shackle binding me to a reality I never chose. Meanwhile, I watch as others bask in the warmth of happiness, their laughter echoing like a distant melody, a stark contrast to the silence of my own struggles.
What is the purpose of this suffering? Is it a test, a lesson, or simply the randomness of fate? The questions swirl endlessly, leaving me grappling with a sense of injustice that seems insurmountable. It's as if life has drawn arbitrary lines, separating those who thrive from those who merely survive, and I can't help but wonder why I was placed on this side of the divide.
