If we are born to die and we all die to live ehat is the point of living life when it just comtradicts?

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There can be joy in the contradictions.
A flower doesn't fret that it will wither. It is a miracle that fragile finite beings like us get to be alive and think and love for however long!
Also I hope you are okay 🫂