Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
- 5,583
Life feels like a rigged game. You work, you struggle, you do everything you're supposed to, yet it still feels like you're climbing an endless hill with a backpack full of bricks. Everything is getting more expensive, the world is literally on fire, people are more divided than ever, and happiness feels like a rare commodity. No matter how much effort you put in, it never seems to be enough.
And honestly—what's the f*cking point? We keep telling ourselves things will get better, but will they? The older I get, the harder everything seems, and that's with a life that, from the outside, probably doesn't even look that bad. And if I feel like this, I can't begin to imagine what it's like for those who have it even worse.
Most of us are born into a system where survival—not living, just surviving—is the default. You work just to afford the basics, with little left for anything that actually makes life feel meaningful. And for what? To keep running on a treadmill that never stops? It all just feels so bleak.
If I had a choice in whether to be born, I would've opted out—because honestly, what the f*ck is this? A world where you're thrown into existence without consent, only to spend your life fighting to survive in a system that was built to keep you struggling? Where joy feels like an afterthought, and the weight of simply existing can be unbearable? It's like being forced into a game with impossible rules, where no matter how hard you play, you always lose. Fuck this!
And honestly—what's the f*cking point? We keep telling ourselves things will get better, but will they? The older I get, the harder everything seems, and that's with a life that, from the outside, probably doesn't even look that bad. And if I feel like this, I can't begin to imagine what it's like for those who have it even worse.
Most of us are born into a system where survival—not living, just surviving—is the default. You work just to afford the basics, with little left for anything that actually makes life feel meaningful. And for what? To keep running on a treadmill that never stops? It all just feels so bleak.
If I had a choice in whether to be born, I would've opted out—because honestly, what the f*ck is this? A world where you're thrown into existence without consent, only to spend your life fighting to survive in a system that was built to keep you struggling? Where joy feels like an afterthought, and the weight of simply existing can be unbearable? It's like being forced into a game with impossible rules, where no matter how hard you play, you always lose. Fuck this!
