This Life

Sometimes I feel like life is too stressfull. Ahead full of stress is the death of may minds. I feel like I am carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders with shackled feet. What does life want from me. This life is selfish, it wants you to be preoccupied with this life to the point that you forget thay you will die someday. That is the joke. This life is full of temporary pleasure and long agonizing pain. It takes too much effort to stay happy. One second could create a lifetime of mysery, sorrow , and grief. This life is torture, this life is evil. I know this life is not all there is, but it seems like an eternity of dispair. It is funny how you cannot remember the moment you came alive. I guess because tecnically it may be at the moment of conception. But it seems as thought you were always here learning new things every day. As a youngster death was not in your plans (for the average healthy person). Life was so full of promise, you can't wait to be an adult so you can really live and experience life to the fullest. But the joke sets in. Life becomes a chase. A chase for more,and more. More of what. That is the big question. People on their deathbed cant even remember what the chase was all about. So easy is it to forget that someday it will be over with no rememberance, in "this" life.