They tell us to have faith. To trust the process. To believe it gets better. But when you're drowning, platitudes sound like mockery.
If we're born to suffer, what's the purpose? We come into this world crying, and many of us leave it the same way. In between, we struggle, we hurt, we try to find meaning in meaningless routines.
They say life is a gift, but who would gift someone suffering? If this is a test, what are we being tested for? And if we fail, is the punishment more of this?
Is there a grand design, or are we just accidents of biology floating through space? If there's a purpose, why isn't it clear? Why do we have to spend our entire lives searching for meaning that may not exist?
And if there is no purpose—if we're just here by chance—then why does the pain feel so intentional? Why does suffering seem designed to break us?
Good people suffer while cruel people prosper. The innocent die young while the guilty live long lives. Where is the balance? Where is the fairness we're promised?
They say karma exists, but I've seen too many good people destroyed and too many bad people rewarded. If there's justice, it's playing favorites. And we're not the favorites.
These questions keep me awake at night. They echo in my mind during the day. Everyone has advice, but no one has answers. They tell me to have faith, to be patient, to keep trying. But faith without evidence is just hope without reason.
I'm tired of being told to believe in things I can't see while ignoring the pain I can feel. I'm tired of being told it will make sense someday when every day makes less sense than the last.
If tomorrow will be like today, and today was like yesterday, what's the point of tomorrow? If suffering is constant and relief is temporary, why keep seeking relief?
They say it gets better, but when? After how much more pain? After how many more disappointments? And what if it doesn't? What if this is as good as it gets?
People say they care, but do they? Or do they care about the idea of caring? Do they care about us, or do they care about feeling like good people for appearing to care?
Because if they truly cared, wouldn't things be different? Wouldn't we matter more than profits, more than politics, more than convenience?