I often find myself reflecting on my life for the failure it has been and as a result question the value in living. The finite nature of our lives means the outcome has already been determined for us and the part in between just feels like a constant struggle just to even maintain our existence.
Given the fact that it will all end and the part inbetween is a struggle for the vast majority of us I must ask where is the merit in our participation. I for one find it simply exhausting simply maintaining a 9-5 as do likely many others and yet, we are lucky considering other fates that await us out in the world.
There is also the issue with the world at large and the unending trials that come from simply existing within it. We are often confronted with feelings of self doubt triggered by all forms of media available. It feels purposefully designed to trigger our feelings of inadequacy to farm us like cattle for their products. Then there is also the issue of constantly being presented with hateful ideologies to the point no human could ever hope to exist without facing hatred.
If I was ever presented with the option of having experience all I have or given the option to have never have existed at all I would accept the latter with zero hesitation. Life to me is just a violent interruption of eternal peace. If there are people out there that have contrasting views I'd certain love to hear them. I certainly need them right now.