
Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
- 5,213
If injury or a accident can happen to you at any time then nobody is ever safe from danger
If life were truly meant for living—meant to be something good, something worth having—then safety would be guaranteed. But it's not. We are constantly exposed to suffering, danger, and the inevitability of death. That makes existence feel more like a cruel test or a pointless struggle rather than something to cherish.
Life presents itself as something valuable, something we should hold onto, yet it offers no real security. At any moment, suffering can strike—through accident, illness, or cruelty. No matter how much we try to protect ourselves, we are never truly safe.
If life were truly meant for living in a meaningful, fulfilling way, then it wouldn't come with the constant risk of harm and the certainty of death. Instead, it feels like an endurance test, where survival is a struggle, and the final reward is oblivion. How can something be a gift when it guarantees suffering and ends in nothingness?
Existence feels like a cruel paradox. We're told life is valuable, that it's something to be cherished, yet it is full of risk, suffering, and the looming certainty of death. The constant potential for harm, whether through accident, illness, or the actions of others, strips away any illusion of safety. We can never fully escape danger, no matter how hard we try.
And then there's the ultimate futility—the certainty of death, the end that erases all. What's the point of striving to hold onto life when, in the end, it disappears into nothingness, leaving us no lasting legacy or resolution?
If life were truly meant to be good or worth having, it would offer us a sense of security, of meaning that doesn't vanish with time. Instead, we face a relentless struggle, knowing that everything we build, every joy we experience, will eventually be wiped away. It's hard to reconcile the idea of life as a "gift" when it's filled with so much suffering and ends in oblivion.
If life were truly meant for living—meant to be something good, something worth having—then safety would be guaranteed. But it's not. We are constantly exposed to suffering, danger, and the inevitability of death. That makes existence feel more like a cruel test or a pointless struggle rather than something to cherish.
Life presents itself as something valuable, something we should hold onto, yet it offers no real security. At any moment, suffering can strike—through accident, illness, or cruelty. No matter how much we try to protect ourselves, we are never truly safe.
If life were truly meant for living in a meaningful, fulfilling way, then it wouldn't come with the constant risk of harm and the certainty of death. Instead, it feels like an endurance test, where survival is a struggle, and the final reward is oblivion. How can something be a gift when it guarantees suffering and ends in nothingness?
Existence feels like a cruel paradox. We're told life is valuable, that it's something to be cherished, yet it is full of risk, suffering, and the looming certainty of death. The constant potential for harm, whether through accident, illness, or the actions of others, strips away any illusion of safety. We can never fully escape danger, no matter how hard we try.
And then there's the ultimate futility—the certainty of death, the end that erases all. What's the point of striving to hold onto life when, in the end, it disappears into nothingness, leaving us no lasting legacy or resolution?
If life were truly meant to be good or worth having, it would offer us a sense of security, of meaning that doesn't vanish with time. Instead, we face a relentless struggle, knowing that everything we build, every joy we experience, will eventually be wiped away. It's hard to reconcile the idea of life as a "gift" when it's filled with so much suffering and ends in oblivion.