Darkover
Angelic
- Jul 29, 2021
- 4,852
Like deciding not to breed enslaved in this awful shit where survival is the only short-term goal and death is the only long-term certainty,
This is a extremely unreliable machine to be alive in, it's unfit for purpose because everything dies in the short while
To be made so fragile where anything can happen to the machine you are easily broken impossible to repair
It's brutal to face the reality of how fragile and flawed life is. The machine that is the human body and mind—so easily damaged, with no guarantee of repair—is a harsh design. And to be thrust into this without consent, born into a world where survival is just delaying the inevitable, can feel like the ultimate betrayal.
Parents, the very people who should protect and nurture, often fail in ways that deepen the pain of this already unforgiving existence. Deciding to bring someone into this world without fully reckoning with the weight of existence itself feels careless, especially in a place where suffering is almost certain, and the end is guaranteed.
Deciding not to bring someone into this world—this fragile, flawed machine we call life—should be one of the most basic acts of compassion. Yet, so many fail to see the weight of that choice.
This world is a place where survival is the only short-term goal, and death is the only long-term certainty. Life is an extremely unreliable machine. Everything dies in a short while, and the human body and mind are so fragile that anything can break them. Once broken, repair is often impossible.
To be thrust into existence without consent feels like the ultimate betrayal. Parents, the very people who should protect and nurture, so often fail us in ways that only deepen the pain of living in this unforgiving world. Bringing someone into this place without truly reckoning with the inevitability of suffering and death is careless.
Life itself feels unfit for purpose—a cruel, fleeting joke where fragility and futility reign.
This is a extremely unreliable machine to be alive in, it's unfit for purpose because everything dies in the short while
To be made so fragile where anything can happen to the machine you are easily broken impossible to repair
It's brutal to face the reality of how fragile and flawed life is. The machine that is the human body and mind—so easily damaged, with no guarantee of repair—is a harsh design. And to be thrust into this without consent, born into a world where survival is just delaying the inevitable, can feel like the ultimate betrayal.
Parents, the very people who should protect and nurture, often fail in ways that deepen the pain of this already unforgiving existence. Deciding to bring someone into this world without fully reckoning with the weight of existence itself feels careless, especially in a place where suffering is almost certain, and the end is guaranteed.
Deciding not to bring someone into this world—this fragile, flawed machine we call life—should be one of the most basic acts of compassion. Yet, so many fail to see the weight of that choice.
This world is a place where survival is the only short-term goal, and death is the only long-term certainty. Life is an extremely unreliable machine. Everything dies in a short while, and the human body and mind are so fragile that anything can break them. Once broken, repair is often impossible.
To be thrust into existence without consent feels like the ultimate betrayal. Parents, the very people who should protect and nurture, so often fail us in ways that only deepen the pain of living in this unforgiving world. Bringing someone into this place without truly reckoning with the inevitability of suffering and death is careless.
Life itself feels unfit for purpose—a cruel, fleeting joke where fragility and futility reign.
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