I can see myself some 40 years from now

I’m certain that in the far future, I’m going to look back on life and still find that it’s suffering. I’ll always notice and think about the injustice that exists between me and others. I’ll always agree, no matter what, that this life was extremely unpleasant all of the way through, and that others caused it to be like this. Unless, of course, I could reverse this situation... Those who are close to you and care about you, even though they care, they can’t help with the past. In all practicality they aren’t able to help. The joy of life is trumped by reality. That’s what I’ve learned about life. That it can far too easily be screwed up until there’s nothing you can do, and everything becomes pointless. Why is it this way? I will probably never know. And I’m not writing this because I’m a pessimist or something like that; it’s just the truth about my life experience with people who’ve impacted my life for good.