Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish,...
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish,...
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish,...
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish,...
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When we try to understand what is so great about life, we often ask ourselves, “Why do we exist?” To answer that question is to answer the very meaning of life. To believe that life is only an accumulation of anguish would be to accept that our lives are meaningless and devoid of purpose. The irony of such a statement is that it would also mean that we don’t know who we are or what we’re here for.

Source: Frankenstein

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