Life is not easy. It's a one way road full of ups and downs. As we travel life's road we are open to everything, like exiles pushed from safety. We build our strong cities and they don't shelter us. We formulate philosophies which do not comfort us. We make all the world clamourous and nothing listens to us, and everything that is innocent avoids us though we were death itself. We all kill ourselves one way or another. We are the race of suicides. we don't resemble any other creature in this. What drives man to murder himself, through hate, ambition, work, striving, hope, despair, struggle, building, destroying and war? What had someone once written? "We are born so that we should know and glorify God. That is the only reason. When we refuse to know, then we die in many ways.
Man is open to calamity and there's no shelter. Animals die without any knowledge of death. Man has that knowledge. Life is too terrible for us. We feel we dont deserve this blind punishment. Don't we? We tend to live as if we will not die. All of us want to enjoy life, who doesn't? But along with the enjoyment come a dozen harsh realities that when they bit us we think we dont deserve them.
Our permissive society brings us enjoyment and pleasure as well as calamities brought about by immoral sex practices. We tend to always care about sex, luxury and fun. But when our immoral practices bring us fatal calamities we become distraught, helpless and self-piteous and say we dont deserve this terrible life.
Yes, life is not easy. It is beautiful as well as ugly. It is simple as well as complicated. It is peaceful as well as tragic...but it is here...and we might as well dance with it carefully with our steps lest we tripped and then comes a fatal fall.
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