Life is cruel, Arvy. And I feel bad for your generation. There's no real labor anymore. No hustle. No pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps. It makes the inevitable fall from grace so much harder to navigate.
My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that.
Each day I pray as my ancestors did. They once prayed to gods that were fallible and fickle. Then to one God who stood in harsh and terrifying judgment. Then to a loving, forgiving God. And then finally to a power with no name.
I thought he was so good he'd change me, but no one ever really changes. We can be different for a while but we'll never change what is true in our bones and brains.