Anyone else imagining this life we live in as a form of purgatory? Limbo? Hell?

I often think about if the good do die young, because then they suffer less. They experience less loss, less suffering. Somehow they escaped the pain.

Maybe I'm still here because I still haven't learned or accepted what I need to.

Just when things seem to go on the up, you're brought back down. A never ending cycle until someday we're somehow free of our bodies and duties here, and can be at peace in spirit