I injured my hip from working out at the gym. I tried treating it for a long time — sometimes it got better, sometimes worse. Nothing felt certain.

That unstable feeling made me realize something: being born means we inevitably encounter suffering again and again. But in between, happiness also appears. And those moments of pleasure make us fall in love with our own lives. We get attached to the excitement, the satisfaction, the “high” of happiness — until we completely forget the inherent pain that comes with being born.

If we still cannot clearly see the suffering we must face, and we remain lost in chasing happiness, we may never break free from this orbit — this repeating cycle.

So then… what were we born for?