When I was young, I couldn't see life as having much value, if any.
Then again, my life at that time was so lacking in quality, that this view was hardly surprising.
I didn't write life off as being worthless. I realized that if there was any meaning or purpose to it, it was going to take some finding. And so I set out, in no particular hurry, to discover its meaning, if indeed there was one.
Some forty years later, I was satisfied that there was plenty of meaning to it, along with plenty of enjoyment.
That an individual is unable to see something for what it is, does not mean that something is nothing.
It means there is a lack in the individual.
Youth is lack of many things, but most of all, it is a lack of experience.
To compare something to something else, there must be a something else to compare to.
Experience provides comparisons.
If your life is shit, you might ask yourself: "compared to what?"
Sooner or later you'll discover that there are varying degrees of shit, and possibly that what you thought, today, was shit, was the richest of compost, suitable for growing mighty trees from.
I have little patience, or respect, for those who deem life as worthless, and void of value.
Because I know better. It is whatever you allow it to be, contingent upon your ability to recognize how little you know of anything, until you do.