Life is not beautiful
Life is not a fairy tale and you're not a princess or a prince and nothing is going to be ok no matter how many times people say that it will and I'm aware that if people are looking for something to lift them up this dosage of truth is not it.
Life is not beautiful; there's no beauty in a baby being born because this world will break it. There's nothing beautiful about falling in love because the fiery embers of love will eventually die down. In the end people are not in love, they just love each other. Beauty is just a mask we have decided to put on because what's behind it is too ugly to uncover. There's definitely nothing beautiful in children starving, either by fate or by choice. There's nothing beautiful in people burning their skin and pulling their hair because the pain feels lovely. There's nothing beautiful about having your heart broken. There's nothing beautiful in seeing the one you cared about the most pass away. There are no beautiful moments during life, just those in which life is not unraveling as much.
Life has no purpose; you are born and then you're brought up and you go to school and then you go to university and you fall in love and then you work and then you die and that's it. Or your life takes a completely different turn, but all in all life is just a series of events muddled together leading up to your death.
And that's why I'm scared. I'm scare of growing up and going to uni and falling in love and becoming an inevitably boring adult and then dying. There's no point in going through all that if it just ends life everything else. What's the purpose of enduring something painful and tiresome when one could just cut things short?
