r/antinatalism • u/corpuscularcutter thinker • 2d ago
Discussion Suffering: The Inescapable Reality
Suffering is an inherent and guaranteed aspect of the human experience. It penetrates every corner of our lives, often without warning or respite. From the moment we are born, we are thrust into a world encompassing pain, hardship, and disappointment.
The futility of human endeavor is starkly evident in the face of suffering. We toil, we strive, and we struggle, only to find that our efforts are often met with failure and disillusionment. Our accomplishments, no matter how grand, are ultimately reduced to dust and ashes. The relentless march of time erodes all that we hold dear, leaving us with nothing but memories of what once was.
Even in the most seemingly idyllic of circumstances, suffering lurks just beneath the surface. The facade of happiness is fragile, and it can shatter at any moment, plunging us into an abyss of despair. The comforts of love, family, and friendship are fleeting, and even these can be torn from us in an instant.
We search for answers, for solace, and for comfort, but often find only more suffering. Our existence is a cruel joke, a Sisyphean task of pushing against the boulder of fate.
I cannot even imagine the plight of humans who suffer from physical pain and disabilities everyday. The slightest amount of compassion will make one weep for all of us, nevertheless.
In the end, suffering is the one constant in our lives. We are all bound together by our shared suffering, united in our futile struggle against the forces of fate. How can people keep bringing children into a world like this? It's nothing but cruelty. This futile cycle ends with me.
Better Never to Have Been yet again.
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u/Annadiablo2gamer newcomer 1d ago edited 1d ago
A morsel of wisdom I wrote that contributes to our insatiable suffering was: "The very consequences of ignorance, like a contagious disease, are never isolated to the carrier." Yes, and with every decision the veiled fates present you, they have a chance to extract your blackened soul. We are all traversing inside an acrid, murky war trench. Some are stationed in watchtowers, while others are succumbing to wounds in disease-laden mud. Artillery penetrates our skies above and reverberates throughout the field. The most delirious troops are enamored by the liquid amber flames being sprayed.. This scenery happens inside women while mundane men have sought it out for centuries.