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What is life, and why do we find ourselves standing before that question so often?

Perhaps if life were light, we would not need to ask it.
If it were as natural as breathing, if each morning simply led into another day, we might not feel the need to ask “why” at all.

But for some people, life is not something taken for granted.
There are days so heavy that getting through them feels like a small miracle, and moments when the mere fact of being alive offers no comfort at all.

The feeling of not wanting to live often does not come from hating life.
It rises when one has endured for too long, carried too much alone, and feels there is no longer any place left to hold on.
That feeling is not so much giving up as it is a signal that one has reached their limit.

We often believe that life should give us happiness.
That it should naturally hand us meaning, fulfillment, and reasons to keep going.
But life is not always so kind.
Sometimes it leaves wounds without reason, places weight upon us without explanation.

So life is less a gift and more like a presence we spend time with.
Something that sits beside us in silence, aging together through good days and bad.

If life gives us anything, it may not be a promise of happiness but the ability to feel.
The sense to say “this hurts,” the courage to admit “this is too heavy,” and the eyes that learn not to judge another person’s weight so easily.

Those who find living difficult have never treated life lightly.
More often, they are exhausted precisely because they have faced it too seriously, too sincerely.
What they may need is not a better meaning or a lesson, but a small space to pause and catch their breath.

When we think about the future, life remains uncertain and may even grow harder.
That fear can make us want to set today down altogether.
In moments like that, it’s all right not to go far.
Getting through today safely is already more than enough.

Isn’t the very act of asking these questions proof that we have not completely turned our backs on life?
A heart that continues to ask, even while feeling everything is meaningless—could that not be the smallest ember life has left us?

What is life?
I still don’t know.
But one thing is certain:
you who carry this question and keep living have already tried hard enough, and for that reason alone, your existence is not something that can be erased lightly.