It's not necessarily true, it is? We don't know for certain whether we have more than one chance to live. But why forfeit any once chance? Why waste this one life? You could assume that a life is not worth bringing to completion if some tragedy has befallen it...but had no destruction ever taken place, that one life would have been wasted. It would have been void of meaning.
What are we building up to, with all of this "good childhood" nonsesne? Is it a comforting lie we tell ourselves, that if we keep all of the pieces in their right spots in the beginning, that they'll still be there at the end? At the heart of our beings, we crave a story. We crave violence and persecution. We crave dominion and obsurdity. It is where we find small meanings and sentiments that our lives are also found. We live from moment to moment, as a textile.
So time presses forward. Poor childhoods are left behind in a rusty playground, abandoned for a life of hard work. Yet, what are we working toward? Happiness is one answer. Is everyone collectively seeking out this opportune outcome -- and one day we will find ourselves in bliss? Organization? Harmony?
Where's the fun in that?
Some say that we are pawns of the gods, and they are playing with us. We are their chess pieces, moved across a board, living out our lives full of emotion and meaning in order to entertain a godly entity, so much unfathomably more than we are? By comparison, is all of the suffering required for the existence of humanity the equivalent of a few traded pawns?
Birth is followed by a series of what they call events, and as a person grows, their mind expands. Every year, we come out of the darkness, and see more of the world around us. Should my words fall on deaf ears, I would have heard them at the very least. So there is a point and there is meaning, meaning that we attribute to it. For were we created, then we are also little creators. Does meaning have to come from a higher power to be meaningful? If some people smaller than us were to place their hope on pebbles, who are we to say they aren't important?
It makes us feel childish to attribute meaning to things that were not ordained by a higher power, or by a greater number of minds. Yet sentiment and meaning can be found anywhere. Disaster is not necessary to create meaning. Only we decided that, when we believed we were too small to give freely to our own experiences, and attribute meaning to life as we saw fit.
