Life often begins by smiling at us. At first, it offers love, hope, and the sweet illusion that effort always leads to reward. Then, without warning, it shows us a red card. Joy fades. Challenges rise. Friends who should console us sometimes deepen the wound. In moments like these, many of us are forced to stop and ask a difficult question: why are we even here in the first place?
When life strips us of support, when we are left to walk alone in the streets of our own struggles, meaning becomes blurry. You try your best to excel, you give your strength, your time, your heart, yet nothing seems to change. The mission remains unfinished. Dreams hang in the air like unanswered prayers. At such moments, life feels unfair, even cruel.
Some will say our purpose is already written somewhere: work hard, build, multiply, leave a mark. Others argue we are simply here to occupy space, to fill nature for a while, and then return to the earth as sand. In the end, our bodies decay, just as it has always been said. Whether one leans toward faith or reason, one truth remains hard to escape: life does not explain itself clearly.
This is why many people quietly conclude that life is meaningless. And if life is meaningless, then vanity becomes a choice. The tragedy is not that vanity exists, but that many choose it blindly. It is painful to greet someone in the morning and hear of their death by afternoon. Such moments remind us that tomorrow is not promised, and no human truly understands the mystery of existence.
We are told to do good because we do not know our final hour. Yet goodness does not protect us from betrayal. Many people meet untimely deaths or ruined lives because they trusted the wrong person. Friends, colleagues, even family members sometimes become the source of our deepest wounds. This raises another painful question: who can truly be trusted?
There is also a harsh saying people repeat without thinking, that for one person to win, another must lose; that one person’s success depends on another’s failure. It sounds natural, yet it is disturbing. Why must someone’s peace be the cost of another person’s progress? Why should another person’s downfall become someone else’s answered prayer? This is the strange balance of life, where gain and loss walk side by side.
At times, everything looks fine on the surface. Smiles are worn easily. Achievements are displayed loudly. But underneath, the world is filled with bitterness, desperation, and silent suffering. We chase possessions, status, and recognition, only to leave everything behind one day.
Perhaps the real purpose of life is not a grand answer, but an honest struggle, to live, to question, to choose wisely, and to remain human in a world that often forgets what humanity means.
Goodness doesn’t shield us from betrayal is hard to accept, but is something one learns as they grow. Still, choosing goodness in spite of that is commendable for those who do. I guess some people are just naturally good people