WARNING- This is depressing post not meant for those with suicidal thoughts.
I’m not realistic and I sure hope you’re not as well. We work so hard day and day out for what? Yes, life is worth living every moment we can but our moments are few, and for those that don’t believe really don’t count on a scale of billions in which we amount to dust at the end. That is why I can’t even imagine living without faith that there is a bigger picture to all our efforts here. I must believe that we can only barely see a brush in the painting that we are in and it continues to be drawn way after we are underground. G-D must have a higher purpose for our existence and to be unrealistic is the only way to realistic live through it all.