Story Life isn't A Gift

[brokenspirited]

I never asked to be born. I never consented to existence, yet here I am, thrown into a world where suffering is the default and silence is the only true relief. They speak of life as a "gift," as if being dragged into this decaying reality is some kind of blessing. But to me, it has always felt like a punishment.
Every morning is another unwanted reminder that I'm still here. Still breathing. Still shackled to a body I didn't choose, in a world I never wanted. They try to convince us that things will get better and that meaning can be found in pain, but that's just their way of coping with a truth that is too bleak to face. The truth is that life simply is, with no intrinsic purpose, no justice, and no guarantee of peace.
Some people find comfort in distractions, such as relationships, careers and fleeting pleasures. But not everyone is capable of forgetting. Some of us see the world for what it really is: a decaying machine built on indifference where joy is fleeting and pain is ever-present. I do not envy those who find meaning here; I simply cannot relate. Their world is not mine.
I am not angry. I am not even sad anymore. Just tired. Tired of pretending there is something worth salvaging in this relentless stream of days. I'm tired of hearing that I must endure. I'm tired of hearing that I must hope. I'm tired of hearing that I must try harder. It's all for a life I never asked to live.
True peace is the absence of this constant noise. It's freedom from wanting, fearing and being. Though I am still here, I carry that silence with me in my thoughts: a distant shore that I will never reach, but which I will always see.
Some of us were simply not meant for this world.

 

[openBottomJeans]

I've been saying that to myself a lot for the past few years ..

"This world was not built for people like me"

 

[Ijustcantanymore]

And if it is. I want to make a return

 

[unluckysadness]

I totally agree

 

[FuneralCry]

I understand, I'm also so tired of it all and I'd just never wish for any of this, I find it the most terrible tragedy how this existence was imposed at all causing all this harm, suffering and cruelty as a result with no limit as to how much agony one can feel, existence just feels like a mistake to me and I suffer simply from being burdened with this existence, I don't see how any of this could be a gift rather I see existence as an abomination.

 

[Daphne]

Life is a gift stolen by people

 

[fireplace19]

Such a good note that people who aren't like us are really just as afraid, but are fighting to distract themselves by pretending any of the things humans made up are important. From my view I can see it is only a distraction.

I think maybe experiencing love, giving and receiving it to things and people is all there truly is worth life on this planet. But this is not obtainable for everyone, and not lifesaving for most. I'd know because I was left not because of love but because I cannot physically produce in this made up society any more. So even love cannot endure this desperate rat race to distract us from death.

People don't want to see. We see, and feel we are alone. At least we have each other here.

 

[kopebaldy]

Life is someone punching you in the gut everyday and give you a cookie or something every few months then ask you to appreciate them.

 

[brokenspirited]

people who try to guilt others into living for them are shitty, you can't obligate people to be your personal slave and call yourself a decent human being.

 

[dearlydeparted44]

I do not envy those who find meaning here; I simply cannot relate. Their world is not mine.
I am not angry. I am not even sad anymore. Just tired. Tired of pretending there is something worth salvaging in this relentless stream of days. I'm tired of hearing that I must endure. I'm tired of hearing that I must hope. I'm tired of hearing that I must try harder. It's all for a life I never asked to live.

This almost reads like I wrote it myself. I honestly believe that it's some sort of spiritual "Stockholm syndrome" that makes people delusional about life. They find hollow "meaning" in things like children they resent, music that distracts them from their inner dialogue (if they have one), sex, and other pain relievers. I don't lament not being able to connect with other people anymore. It is a true sign that I don't belong here, and my soul is not from here.

Hope is the lifeblood of this existence and of the twisted human social system. As long as people chase the carrot on the stick, the system can continue. Humans can pretend that their world is worth living in. Life can keep lying to itself that it actually has purpose and meaning. I agree with every word you said. I cannot wait to be away from this hell.

 

[dust-in-the-wind]

And old age is NOT a privilege

 

[Porcelaindreamer]

I never asked to be born. I never consented to existence, yet here I am, thrown into a world where suffering is the default and silence is the only true relief. They speak of life as a "gift," as if being dragged into this decaying reality is some kind of blessing. But to me, it has always felt like a punishment.
Every morning is another unwanted reminder that I'm still here. Still breathing. Still shackled to a body I didn't choose, in a world I never wanted. They try to convince us that things will get better and that meaning can be found in pain, but that's just their way of coping with a truth that is too bleak to face. The truth is that life simply is, with no intrinsic purpose, no justice, and no guarantee of peace.
Some people find comfort in distractions, such as relationships, careers and fleeting pleasures. But not everyone is capable of forgetting. Some of us see the world for what it really is: a decaying machine built on indifference where joy is fleeting and pain is ever-present. I do not envy those who find meaning here; I simply cannot relate. Their world is not mine.
I am not angry. I am not even sad anymore. Just tired. Tired of pretending there is something worth salvaging in this relentless stream of days. I'm tired of hearing that I must endure. I'm tired of hearing that I must hope. I'm tired of hearing that I must try harder. It's all for a life I never asked to live.
True peace is the absence of this constant noise. It's freedom from wanting, fearing and being. Though I am still here, I carry that silence with me in my thoughts: a distant shore that I will never reach, but which I will always see.
Some of us were simply not meant for this world.

You know some poeple perceive life as a gift because for them reality is much less painful.
Some people are raised in faimilies in incredible love with extreme beauty. It is a little bit like playing on easy mode if you know what I mean. I personally experienced extreme beauty and pleasure of life versus how much of a pain and shit it can be. So I can understand both perspectives. But the problem is that people who experienced only one of them are not aware of the other side of the coin. Reality is extremely dualistic. Suffering has stages. Pain has stages. Pleasure and joy too.

 

[davidtorez]

And old age is NOT a privilege

Ain't that the truth! There is NOTHING good about aging
If life was a gift you'd be able to give it away freely and easily. What kind of gift is it if you're stuck with it, its no longer a gift but a burden!

 

[ireallywasnttogopls]

i'm crying right now because I don't know what to do

I am so scared I don't want to be here

This almost reads like I wrote it myself. I honestly believe that it's some sort of spiritual "Stockholm syndrome" that makes people delusional about life. They find hollow "meaning" in things like children they resent, music that distracts them from their inner dialogue (if they have one), sex, and other pain relievers. I don't lament not being able to connect with other people anymore. It is a true sign that I don't belong here, and my soul is not from here.

Hope is the lifeblood of this existence and of the twisted human social system. As long as people chase the carrot on the stick, the system can continue. Humans can pretend that their world is worth living in. Life can keep lying to itself that it actually has purpose and meaning. I agree with every word you said. I cannot wait to be away from this hell.

you don't deserve to resent your kids , you foolishly brought them here now you should love them unconditionally