People think I'm a perennial skeptic and a cynic. They're right, I am. But that doesn't stop someone from clinging to optimism and hope from time to time. And that's what hurts the most, seeing the last shred of hope you didn't even know you had, get crushed.
When Nietzsche proclaimed 'God is dead, we killed him', he didn't mean that god is dead in the literal sense or that we were the cause of his demise. What he meant was that the values and morals put forward by God' are not a credible source anymore. Humans are no longer able to believe in any such cosmic order since they themselves no longer recognize it. That's what life is, a cosmic order that remains unknown to us.
The world isn't fair. It's not unfair either. It's indifferent to your opinions and wishes. It allows you to exist when your self interests align with its gears. But as soon as that changes, it comes down on you harder than being curb stomped by Hagrid. As Andy Dufresne put it, you get busy living, or you get busy dying.
Almost everyone lives in a bubble. A bubble of similar opinions, a bubble of disillusion, a bubble of friends who keep you safe. Not all bubbles are bad, but they restrict your exposure to new things. To new people. Then again, what lies beyond their bubble is not for the faint of heart.
It's easy to think that life takes some innate pleasure in ruining your happiness, punishing you for it. Then again, we seldom notice that it was the same life that made us happy. Life is a collection of memories and experiences, and nothing can take away from that. Not even life itself.