It is interesting that you don't get to consent to being created, isn't it? If you want my thoughts on the matter, Tolstoy pretty much nailed it (and obviously wrote it far better than I could) over a century before I was born in "A Confession" - essentially saying that life is like being stuck holding onto the edge of well with a dragon at the bottom; knowing that eventually you will lose your grip and be consumed by the dragon. I do resent that I was put in that well a bit and am not looking to put anyone else in a well of their own.

Thanks, I read that book as well (which is remarkable for me as I've only read like four books ever in life), can recommend.

What do you think of Emil Cioran, btw? It may pique your interest.