Life is good for some people. Their struggles are minor, their worries manageable. For the most part, they enjoy what life serves up. But what about those for whom life is a never-ending cycle of oppression, pain, and frustration? Is this present misery all there is? And if it is, what's the point?
Life is good for some people. Their struggles are minor, their worries manageable. For the most part, they enjoy what life serves up. But what about those for whom life is a never-ending cycle of oppression, pain, and frustration? Is this present misery all there is? And if it is, what's the point?