(August 14, 2017 at 1:57 pm)AtlasS33 Wrote: Just think about it.
Life is insignificant, utterly short for anything. Time moves by pretty quickly, and we move with it: pretty quickly too.
I remember my childhood as a stream of... things? a stream locked inside a box called "the past". Your life too it pretty much that.
In other words; all the people we know from the past are probably gone. Nobody waits, or even stays by their own free will: life is more of a burden whenever we are loaded with sickness, wounds and pain.
Mere visitors we are; we get suffocated by the scents left from those who went and left; everything leaves. Depression isn't a sickness; I feel it's more of a logical conclusion if we thought carefully about our current ground and what is to come; and what had already gone.
Don't get me wrong; but everything is meant to end from the moment it is present. Only one thing is the same; never changes; never leaves.
I guess it's a sign. If one never saw it; one will meet it.
1. "Life is insignificant, utterly short for anything. Time moves by pretty quickly, and we move with it: pretty quickly too."
That's just your inference, the likely fact that it's finite and short does not make living in this world insignificant to me. It's your perspective that's more depressing because it's unlikely.
2. "I remember my childhood as a stream of... things? a stream locked inside a box called "the past". Your life too it pretty much that."
Does that make them insignificant? Only if you deem it so. Why do you need significance on high to justify your significance? Again, very depressing worldview, imo.
3. "In other words; all the people we know from the past are probably gone. Nobody waits, or even stays by their own free will: life is more of a burden whenever we are loaded with sickness, wounds and pain."
Some people come to terms with the finality of death and some make up stories of seeing the dead again. I suppose your security blanket feels better but I care what's likely true.
4. "Mere visitors we are; we get suffocated by the scents left from those who went and left; everything leaves. Depression isn't a sickness; I feel it's more of a logical conclusion if we thought carefully about our current ground and what is to come; and what had already gone."
Its not mutually exclusive, both could be true at the same time. Depression can be realizing the horror of finality and it definitely stems in those who think this life is not final too...
