ENDLESS SUFFERING
Will this struggle merely to remain among the living ever be over? This exploited subjection has been active since the very moment complex creatures emerged. This endless fight between living beings is hard to bear, and thus even to behold. And the disdain amongst our species never fails to disappoint me. How am I to bear this as long as I dwell? This never-ending agony is unendurable.
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Speaking of agony, what could be more fearsome compared to the daunting knowledge that the grandeur of this void effortlessly belittles us? Sometimes I do wish that there was a creator so I could blame everything on its very being. I could curse it; I could hate it without having to think about any other that would tire my dear brain. Even the littlest bit of pain that merely living causes enrages me — why can’t it just be blissful? Why do I have to behold pain anywhere I look?
Those little creatures were punished with the worst they could anticipate, inflicted upon them only for existing. How painful it is to be unable to change the course of this unnerving cycle, when in my imagination I could change things swiftly with a mere snap of my fingers. Even our brains cannot cope with everything we endure; therefore, they create a space only to placate us so we can remain a little longer. Our little cells working to their utmost potential to heal a wound that causes us to wince — how endearing it is to know this struggle never ends. Surely, it is painful regardless of how enthralling it seems, and I am nothing less than spiteful towards it. Utterly deplorable. The mere thought of everything I have stated torments me every time; I am beyond consolation. My faith is disempowered forever.
