I pose a question to you, the reader: “Is life worth it?”. I have though with great frequency about death, mainly my own at my own hands. Unlike many of the people here, it is not the troubles of a hard world that bring these thoughts, or depression. Both these factors have contributed to a recent surge in these thoughts, but my basis lies in a fundamental question: “Will life ever matter?”. Let me explain. All around in this universe, we see life and death. Be it in the collapse of a star or the creation of a new planet; the end of a moon or the formation of a black hole. They all have a fleeting existence, as we do. All this leads to one logical conclusion: The universe will end. Call it nihilistic, if you will, that is exactly what it is. All these philosophical thinkings have lead to my question. Is it worth living our fleeting life, worth our hardships and sorrows, to have all our work undone? Well, I expect there are quite a few thoughts that you, the reader, might be having right now. One I can see as being plentiful is “Our work and hardships are coupled with love and friendship, which make this life worth living.” or some such. I have considered it, and come to another conclusion: “The bad overpowers the good.”. Perhaps you disagree, so let me explain this conclusion. Well, as an old saying goes, “people want what they can not have.”. Indeed, studies have been shown to support this idea. There have been studies into happiness, in particular, in which they studied people in different situations. People who won the lottery had a temporary increase in happiness, but all too quickly they ranked the same as before. People who have been married are no different. As soon as humans attain what they desire, it becomes plentiful, and as any economist can tell you: as surplus lowers values. So scientists have concluded that humans tend to have a set “level” of happiness that is nearly static. But, of course, there's the other side to our happiness: That which we do not desire. I have no studies to back me here, only my experiences. I have little doubt that your experiences will differ. As a counterpart to the lottery or finding love, we have the great financial losses and the death of those we love. Those who win the lottery and move up a notch on the proverbial ladder get a fleeting bit of happiness. Moving down, though, seems to a disproportionate amount of despair. You want what you can't get, and having already owned more, it is so much easier to know what you're missing. You might end up sleeping on the floor, your thoughts returning to the mattress you once owned. You may find a bug infestation and remember when you could afford an exterminator. Etc. We also have the death of a loved one. I, myself, have not gone through with the death of the loved one, but currently my father is fighting for his life against cancer. But I do, however, know my mother. My grandmother died before I ever knew her, but, as my mother has said, not a day goes by she doesn't miss her. Well, perhaps not everyone has a daily recollection of someone they lost, but the point remains: many years have past, but she is still feeling the pain from it. So, with the above points I have concluded that life holds more suffering than joy. If this is indeed true, than our fleeting live for our fleeting species doesn't appear to be worth living. I ask you, as the reader, to find some flaw in my thinking, some fallacy in my logic. I don't like what I have concluded, so I ask you to try and prove it wrong.