Life is beautiful?

Life is beautiful?

We have to be realistic: no. We can't really say that. It would be enough to think about the fact that life has to end. Anyway, we'll become corpses. On average, this fact terrifies and makes us all despair.
 Also, trouble.

Hemorrhoids.
Taxes.
Health problems (you can get parasites in your brain, by the way. In the brain!).
Your favorite peanut butter cannot be found at the supermarket.
Crazy cats, living with you, who wake up at five in the morning.
That hateful classmate who is replaced by that hateful colleague at work.
The queues on the highway.
The heat.
The cold.
The chronic lack of time. And then it's too late: Pink Floyd explained it in a beautiful song.

No, the good moments are too few, in this ocean of pain and boredom.

So?
What do we say to a child who faces life and the world?

That life is ... like a cheeseburger on death row. Being alive is not easy, but you can take some satisfaction anyway. And if you don't take everything damn seriously, maybe you enjoy yourself a little.

For now, we can't hope for more.

Be realistic anyway. Otherwise, the butt kicks the world will give you will do even more harm