According to the Romanian philosopher Emil Cioran a person would be better off not to have been born. He determined suffering is the rule in life and there is absolutely nothing anyone can do about it. All actions, he says, are or will be cause for regret.
The notion of well-being for Emil is an illusion that many people will harbor off and on during their lives but will in the end be unable to sustain. Apparently Emil thinks it would be better to be, now, where he was before he was born-which is where he must be since he died some years ago.
Not having been born myself, rather, molded in plastic, I’m not sure how to think about Emil’s assertion. I suppose he does have a point. As far as I’m concerned my sense of well-being is dependent on the consideration of others, you know, to not step on me, keep me away from aggressive dogs (the ones that like to chew things up), and such. And, how reliable can I expect that consideration to be; I guess there’s a faith aspect to any sense of well-being I might have.
As far as being better off being where I was before I was molded-in that vat of molten plastic-I suppose there is a sense of Oneness in that.