I would also ask: Why would anyone say to themselves or to others that life is a gift? What's the intent?
I've heard an argument that some believe so because the alternative makes them feel bad. And we generally don't want to feel bad, now do we.
I find it strange that It doesn't seem to be enough for a reason for some other people, considering they/we don't want to feel bad either.
Why not believe in something just to feel good? I can only speculate for myself. It would be contradictory to my experience. My back hurts as I write this message... I've decided to do some stretching exercises and it feels better now, for now. But just believing that I feel alright despite the back pain wouldn't be enough to make me feel alright.
I had a period of social seizure once, I felt like talking to strangers. I talked to some fat guy, presumably in his forties, licking ice-cream. He told me how he hates government, and his work conditions. I assumed that ice-cream was a form of recompense, but I don't think that would be sufficient for me. I don't know why I mentioned it. The only possible explanation I can come up with is that a lack of awareness seems to me a common theme here.
I don't think I have the aptitude or equipment to investigate the depths of this question, as it usually goes. I wonder what others have to report.
In fact we only start to exist as a person much, much later than when we're technically alive so that pretty much compounds the problem
I really like this point. I'm imagining a stranger barging into someone's home and claiming ownership of it with all included possessions. If life is a gift, it doesn't look like it was addressed to me, yet I still feel like forming a complaint.
My "Gift" was empty from the moment I opened it.
Reminds me