It’s razor sharp. It’s poignant. It’s a tipped point dipped in poison and from it the words which you write inside your mind stain every nerve with sorrow and despair.
Your body is the paper.
Paper which is cut from the original tree that all knowledge and sense first grew from. From deepest root to budding leaf the cursed, bubbling venom courses through each bodily cell and ruptures and dissolves all that is decent and good.
This is depression.
A poisoned note.
A note which throughout your life becomes volumes of lethargy, melancholy and pain.
And, a note from which you discover the true reality of existence.
And, to think, without this note, would you have ever truly existed at all?
For, it is better to have felt that poisoned ink blemish your body and mind than to have left a blank note.
Your note defines you.
Your note is one worth sharing because we are all noteworthy.
The greatest gift you will ever have is to have written a poisoned note so long and live to tell the tale.
The ever impending doom that is death lingers over us on a daily basis. We are reminded constantly of what it is to be human, and, what it is to be mortal, despite our best efforts to duck, dodge and dive away from the ageing process. Whether it be an early, mid or late life crisis, they all boil down to the same sediment and sentiment.
That we are born and in doing so we must eventually die.
And when you really think about it; the futility of life that is, it is deeply frightening.
At one point or another we will all experience this thought:
“I am just a grain of sand in an ever expanding universe that will have zero impact on history whatsoever. I will be forgotten just the same as everyone who has ever lived, and everyone whoever will live.”
And this is totally normal. Terrifying, but normal.
Most people combat these negative feelings through distraction. This is a good idea seeing as the feeling of insignificance is incredibly unpleasant.
Inevitably distraction is a key part of what it is to be human.
Equally, so is mortality.
The irony being that a distraction from the inevitable only brings that inevitability closer towards you.
I would argue that it is always better to embrace the inevitable.
Now don’t get me wrong. It would be unwise to ruminate on the fragility of existence constantly because ultimately this would cause strong feelings of depression and/or anxiety. I do, however, believe that it is good to come to terms with your fate. In doing so you will defeat fear itself and unlock your true potential to live.
My very simple advice would be as follows;
Live in the moment rather than the past.
Seize the day rather than worry about the future.
Remember that life is futile but you don’t have to be.
Die living. Don’t live dying.
Ultimately the chance of you being created is around 1 in 400 trillion. So, why waste it?
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