All of us are thrown into the world — into our own historical moments and our own specific locations — through no choice of our own. We do not arrive equipped to deal with this coming-into-being. We simply were not, and then we were.
Then, before we have a chance to be anything different, we are broken. Each of us in our own way — some through illness, some through abuse, some through being lied to and misled, some through abandonment, some through random chance and accident — but each and every one of us is broken.
So, first we come to be, then we come to be broken and — if we survive this breaking — we learn how to be in this experience of non-being. We continue to live, but we now live life as those forever scarred by Death. Sometimes, if we have the energy for it, we marvel at this. How can so many with such deep scars continue to awaken every morning? Is that a blessing or a curse? Or are all of our blessings also curses?
Because the fact of the matter is that the world we live in is a giant bloody clusterfuck. Nobody asked for this, and nobody asked to be here, but here we are and we’re all trying to find our way. Nobody came equipped with a map or a code of conduct, so we all flail and grope and love and fuck each other over. We give life to one another and we take it from one another, and half the time we’re not sure which it is we’re doing.
This is why we can never condemn others, no matter what they do. For example, my experiences of this world (of this giant bloody clusterfuck) may have taught me to try and live peaceably, but the experiences of another may have taught that person to live violently. Each of us in our own ways would then be doing our damnedest to live honestly in light of what we have known (and in light of the shitstorm into which we have been thrown). So, while we can certainly respond more or less positively to the actions taken by other people, we are never in a place to judge a person as a person. The truth is that nobody — not a single one of us — ever had a chance. We’re all surviving and while I may think one person’s mode of survival is more admirable than another person’s mode, this does not mean I can condemn that other person for surviving in a different way.
All I can do is ask that we try to live honestly in light of this. Because that’s life, baby. That’s life.