Book: Courage women

Life is a strange thing. A lot I thought for a long time thinking about it, but every day she seems all the more incomprehensible. Why we have such passion for life? Because life is a game, from which man never emerges victorious. To live means to work hard and suffer, yet not to sneak up on us old age, and then we lower hands on the cold ashes of the fires cooled. In agony a child is born, in the throes of old man last sigh, and all our days are full of sorrow and worries. And yet the person goes into the open arms of death reluctantly, stumbling, falling, looking back, fighting to the last. But death is good. Only life is suffering. But we love life and hate death. This is very strange!