Knowledge is a burden

How can one enjoy life knowing everything will come into an end? How can people enjoy love when they know it might just disappear into oblivion? Reality sucks, and it sucks even more to be in touch with it all of the time. That lingering naivety that we call hope fades into the one certainty that nothing lasts. Loved ones die, leave, fade away. Every happy day ends. Every beginning has an end. How can people feel safe when everything is a threat? How can people enjoy their life knowing they might be the reason a loved one’s day is ruined? Feeling like a burden is a blessing sometimes, it prevents people from actually becoming a heavy weight on others. I know people eventually get drained from helpless hopeless people, so how can I be loved when I have nothing to offer but pain and misery?

Too much questions, not enough answers. Knowledge is truly a fucking burden.