Childhood is a miserable existence starting out with a body that you can barely control with so many abilities lacking.
At first you can’t walk or even communicate effectively.
Shortly, your superpowers come in, but every action, activity, is specified by other people. Your every moment and activity is prescribed.
Shortly, you are put in direct competition with other children and your moment to moment activities are all planned for you, your responsibilities and accomplishments are laid out and you are expected to achieve them faster and better than the other kids. That goes on for almost two decades.
Eventually you are thrust into adult society with no experience at being an adult. You do it pretty miserably, and make a bunch of mistakes but at least at that point your actions are your own, and you are having a pretty good time in your new body, with full superpower.
You burn your time and your body like a candle, hurrying around to ‘accumulate’ on behalf of yourself and your family and the next thing you know, you are an ‘older person’.
At that point hardly anybody expects anything from you, and that only gets worse as you get older. Eventually you feel like a burden.
You’ve seen enough of the world that hardly anything quickens your pulse, all your projects are mostly done or have been done before, and surprises are rare.
When you were a child you were terrified of death, as you got older it wore on your nerves and you put it out of your mind, but you learn eventually that, in fact, by the time you die life has prepared you for it, and you will have come to accept that you are not missing out on much when you go. If there is any hesitation, God will mercilessly and systematically kick all remaining desire out of you, leaving you with a broken body you are glad to abandon.
