What is the meaning of life when it causes so much suffering and pain?
I don't understand why people cling to this torture.
Yet I myself am still here. Why is that?
This world of falsehoods, hypocrisy, and despair—why would anyone choose to live in it?
Many would call it a blessing, a one-in-a-million chance of existence, but isn't that the biggest lie in itself?
This world is cursed; life itself is the curse.
Life is no gift; it is the ultimate punishment from the gods.
Many will chase after it, enduring the torment and agony that follow with it.
Even though they know it will not last forever, as it is fleeting, a timer waiting to end.
I could never see myself chasing after such a thing.
I know better.
Yet I still fail to understand why people cherish their lives so much.
What is this will to survive?
The meaning of life...