TARAN
Scarred for life
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I don’t think I do anymore.
I used to.
Not blindly — but with hope.
That there was something watching.
That all this suffering meant something.
But now?
It’s hard.
I look at the world and just ask:
What did those children in Gaza do to deserve dying under rubble?
What did a baby — just born, eyes not even fully open —
do wrong to be buried in war-torn dust?
What sin can a two-year-old commit that earns them a missile?
People say “God has a plan” —
But how does that make it okay?
How is it fair that some are born into warm homes,
with food, peace, and a future...
...while others are born into sirens, fear, and the sound of walls collapsing?
And then we grow up and see more of it.
Some kids have trainers by 15,
vacations in Europe, clear skin, a gym, a loving family.
Others are walking 5 km for clean water.
Some never even make it to 10.
How is that “equal” under any God?
Even me — I’m not starving. I’m 5'11.
But I’ve had to hustle for every inch.
Balancing studies, money, family expectations,
mental health, future anxiety, all on a tightrope.
No silver spoon. No “privilege.”
Just survival.
And still, I see these perfect looking guys,
models like Sean O’Pry, Gandy, Chico whatever those all are.
born with face cards that never decline,
great height, rich homes, clean diets since childhood.
It’s not jealousy.
It’s just the question: “Why is life so randomly unfair?”
If there is a God — why does He stay quiet?
Why doesn’t He stop the bombs?
Or hold the roof before it crushes a five-year-old girl?
Why only silence?
People tell me to have faith.
But I’ve screamed into the sky too long to still believe someone’s listening.
I don’t want to hate the idea of God.
I just don’t feel Him.
And maybe the real question isn’t “Does God exist?”
But…
“If He does, why does He watch this happen?”
And worse —
Why does He do nothing?
You can believe.
That’s your truth.
Let me know your thoughts.
Do you still believe?
I used to.
Not blindly — but with hope.
That there was something watching.
That all this suffering meant something.
But now?
It’s hard.
I look at the world and just ask:
What did those children in Gaza do to deserve dying under rubble?
What did a baby — just born, eyes not even fully open —
do wrong to be buried in war-torn dust?
What sin can a two-year-old commit that earns them a missile?
People say “God has a plan” —
But how does that make it okay?
How is it fair that some are born into warm homes,
with food, peace, and a future...
...while others are born into sirens, fear, and the sound of walls collapsing?
And then we grow up and see more of it.
Some kids have trainers by 15,
vacations in Europe, clear skin, a gym, a loving family.
Others are walking 5 km for clean water.
Some never even make it to 10.
How is that “equal” under any God?
Even me — I’m not starving. I’m 5'11.
But I’ve had to hustle for every inch.
Balancing studies, money, family expectations,
mental health, future anxiety, all on a tightrope.
No silver spoon. No “privilege.”
Just survival.
And still, I see these perfect looking guys,
models like Sean O’Pry, Gandy, Chico whatever those all are.
born with face cards that never decline,
great height, rich homes, clean diets since childhood.
It’s not jealousy.
It’s just the question: “Why is life so randomly unfair?”
If there is a God — why does He stay quiet?
Why doesn’t He stop the bombs?
Or hold the roof before it crushes a five-year-old girl?
Why only silence?
People tell me to have faith.
But I’ve screamed into the sky too long to still believe someone’s listening.
I don’t want to hate the idea of God.
I just don’t feel Him.
And maybe the real question isn’t “Does God exist?”
But…
“If He does, why does He watch this happen?”
And worse —
Why does He do nothing?
You can believe.
That’s your truth.
Let me know your thoughts.
Do you still believe?
