Thinking about when I asked my mom why humans keep having children when we spend the majority of our lives working—is life just supposed to be work? Is that the point? Are we learning something? Why did you have children? Why is human life so precious when it’s mostly suffering? Why do we keep doing this? And she just stared at me blankly for a long time then said I don’t know I don’t think about things like that I would never ask those questions. Oh ok


























