***Trigger Warning***

I know I am most likely depressed, and I see life through dark glasses, but seriously, why do people find life as something beautiful, as a gift as some describe it? I think people, myself included, are delusional about life. We convince ourselves that it is beautiful to keep going, only to wake up at the moments of sickness and pain. I think we are intoxicated in this life, and the moments of sickness, pain, and death are the moments of truth when we are sober and completely awake. I had this state before, and I got out of it (I was intoxicated by hope I guess), but now I am back to this state that life is so miserable and not worth living or bringing children to. I wrote my post not (only) to say that that person was insensitive, but (also) to say how ironic life is, because it doesn't matter if you say the truth, as long as most people are delusional, then you are the crazy person if you are not. It is a scientific fact that most people are biased towards optimism but they don't know it. Yes, it has a survival value, but for what? To keep living in illusion?