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Dragged into This World -- All of a Sudden


We came here, all of a sudden. You know who brought us here? You know why they brought us into this pigsty? Biologically speaking, it's our parents who brought us here. Then what made them bring us into the world? They have no idea. They were stupid enough not to know what they were doing when they were doing something that would end up dragging us into this cesspool. When we are born, we cry. As newborn babies, we cry loud. Why? Because we are afraid of the world. We hate the stink of this pigsty of a world. We feel choked by the terror brought by our beastly parents. We loathe the shreaking noises endlessly made by those disgusting monsters called cars and refrigerators and washing machines and things like that. When our parents smile on us, we feel terror-stricken at the prospect of being thrown away somewhere, being left to wolves or snakes. That's why we cry. Then our crying voice makes our fathers lose sleep and get frustrated and they can't take it any more and can do nothing but start yelling, thundering and ordering us to shut up. Otherwise they can't take any sleep and the next morning they'll end up being inefficient at work and get fired. So our mothers put us babies on their backs and go out to let us cry, cry, cry in the middle of the night, in the freezing air. Then we as babies get sick because of the chill. We get seriously ill and have to go to see a doctor, who cost our fathers a lot of money, which again frustrate them, because they're not rich at all. In fact, they're menial laborers hired by the day. Our fathers are tired all the time, having to carry all those cargoes as heavy as humans on their shoulders and load them into trucks. Then as we manage to grow up, we develop a serious sense of guilt, having had to depend so much on their parents both financially, psychologically, and physically. Because of our illness, their parents have had to lead very poor lives. Oh, what a life! Why did they have to bring us into the world? They just didn't have to. But it's human nature that makes them want us children. Then why, for what purpose, do people want children? Why does all this mess have to be brought into the world? We don't even know why, for what purpose, we are here. Will we in the end reach a stage where we'll feel happy? Yeah, many people say that. But, even if some of us really will become happy in the end, then what is that happiness for? If we have to keep suffering this much just in order to become happy for a very short time at the end of our lives, then we don't want to live our lives in the first place. We just wish we hadn't been born.


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