Why does God let bad things happen always to some people and others things always seem to go their way. I never asked to be born. Especially to parents who didnt know to love or show affection. Or marry a person who cant show kindness or affection and is verbally\mentally abusive. I have tried to be a good person, do the right thing. Ive prayed to ask for help with my problems. He has never responded. I am at the end of my rope with the whole relying on God for things. Ive just repeatedly been hurt. Im tired. I feel alone. Why? I never asked to be born. I just want to be free. Im tired of life. I hate my life. Someone please explain why?
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Just a little nugget from someone who has spent decades trying to figure out why “god” does the things the way it does…Is it possible we were told an inaccurate story about how and why “god”, if there is one, works? Can the pathetically limited and narrow mind of man truly understand the absolutely unexplainable? I don’t mean this sarcastically or in jest. I’m confused by it also. But the older I get, the more one thing seems clear to me – we’re idiots that love a great story, and we’ll never divine the divine.
I don’t think you’d like any of the explanations, as they wouldn’t provide any relief to your sorrows. The old scriptures imply god/gods choose favourites, based on who happens to fit their divine plan and/or honours them in the required fashion. Mostly it’s down to luck, but you could sacrifice a goat or two (joke.)
Some of us speculate that god, if they exist, does not actually care about us on an individual level. They don’t intervene to help anyone, they just allow the universe to run as they designed it, which naturally favours some over others. Again, it’s just luck. The idea that our wellbeing is irrelevant to the universe is terrifying to some, so tends to get rejected.
I don’t know. I don’t know how anyone could ever know. How could an ant explain an ant farm? So it seems to me we are effectively on our own as a species. If you can find good people then there’s a degree of solidarity and support to cope with life. But until then, it’s just you and the universe, trying to find the strength to change what you can, and accept what you can’t.
Which isn’t very comforting. So the mind returns to an all-loving god, who will someday make it all right. And who knows? They might.
Just replace the word ‘God’ with ‘Santa Claus.’ I’m assuming you don’t believe in a Santa or Spiderman, or a Thor. Most theists know right away these other characters do not exist, since we invented them.
We invented gods as well, over 6,000 that we don’t pray to any more. What’s “different” about the Christian, Muslim or Hindu gods, from the other dead gods? Absolutely nothing, none of them are real.
So why do good things happen to bad people? Because of our economic system. Most of it is luck and some people just work hard and get ahead.
Statistically 90% of those born in poverty die in poverty. So if you had a bad life like I did, that’s because our parents are responsible for having kids when they couldn’t afford to give us all the things we need to have a good life so we suffered.
You’re coming to the same realization that I had around 13 years old. I always tended to be more logical/scientific minded. I put the claims of religion to the test, I prayed for ‘selfless’ things and they were never answered.
I was told god talks to you, I never once heard a voice other than my own-but ofc some mentally ill people hear voices all the time-they’re called hallucinations. Eventually I quickly pieced it together and realized religions are a bunch of man-made myths.
If you want a ‘good life’ you have to do it yourself. Get a good education/job work hard and all the nice things you want in life you’ll get.
Or if you’ve done all you could and it still doesn’t get better at least we’re not immortal beings and there’s a way out
Just be very careful and do your research before you take that other route. As my life has been improving in some ways I’ve decided to keep going for now, but that can change any time.
I no longer care about living since I missed out on a lot of great things that I know I’ll probably never get again, so all I have to look forward to is old age. There are a few things that keep me interested, so that’s partly why I continue-we all choose our own way.