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So I've just read this:
http://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/938070?pool_id=3659
Ah that brought me back to some dark places, it feels nostalgic to once again wander in this cold dusty corner of my brain although I'm well aware that I'm not really getting the full experiance, it's just a memory of pain not the actual thing. Btw with the warning in the title I was referring to this thread not the doujinshi specifically because while I'm not depressed I'd like to discuss the sort of philosophical musings one has while in that frame of mind. If you are currently feeling depressed (be honest with yourself) please for your own sake don't read any further because dwelling on such things is just going to make you even more depressed.
Sometime depression is really just the realisation of uncomfortable truths, in the doujinshi Marisa was incredibly driven to make something of herself and this determination drove her mad when she couldn't forgive herself for giving up. Personally I would have found the story more relateable if she had been torn between her drive to succeed and the very sane realisation that she'd be happier if she just settled for a normal human life.
After deciding what one wants to do with one's life (if indeed you ever decide at all) that conflict between striving and the self inflicted misery it causes seems to typically be the next big problem. After that you begin to second guess where your motivation is coming from, to access the motivation to continue after you know for a fact that you want to give up one has to resort to a kind of madness but the problem is you know this is madness and it's only sane to be concerned by it.
Finally there is fatalism, the visceral realisation of futility, not that you can't succeed but rather even if you do it dosen't matter and considering that every minute passed is a minute forever lost that is a very sane thing, after all striving for greatness (whatever it may be) is essentially the pursuit of happiness, some sense of self satisfaction or the acquisition of praise, or at least it was...
But then again how does one live without something to strive for?
To have goals to strive for is so very comforting I couldn't imagine how anyone could live without them, even if it's futile, even if it costs more happiness than it brings just having a reason to live, a purpose, can be enough to prevent you doing silly things.
http://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/938070?pool_id=3659
Ah that brought me back to some dark places, it feels nostalgic to once again wander in this cold dusty corner of my brain although I'm well aware that I'm not really getting the full experiance, it's just a memory of pain not the actual thing. Btw with the warning in the title I was referring to this thread not the doujinshi specifically because while I'm not depressed I'd like to discuss the sort of philosophical musings one has while in that frame of mind. If you are currently feeling depressed (be honest with yourself) please for your own sake don't read any further because dwelling on such things is just going to make you even more depressed.
Sometime depression is really just the realisation of uncomfortable truths, in the doujinshi Marisa was incredibly driven to make something of herself and this determination drove her mad when she couldn't forgive herself for giving up. Personally I would have found the story more relateable if she had been torn between her drive to succeed and the very sane realisation that she'd be happier if she just settled for a normal human life.
After deciding what one wants to do with one's life (if indeed you ever decide at all) that conflict between striving and the self inflicted misery it causes seems to typically be the next big problem. After that you begin to second guess where your motivation is coming from, to access the motivation to continue after you know for a fact that you want to give up one has to resort to a kind of madness but the problem is you know this is madness and it's only sane to be concerned by it.
Finally there is fatalism, the visceral realisation of futility, not that you can't succeed but rather even if you do it dosen't matter and considering that every minute passed is a minute forever lost that is a very sane thing, after all striving for greatness (whatever it may be) is essentially the pursuit of happiness, some sense of self satisfaction or the acquisition of praise, or at least it was...
But then again how does one live without something to strive for?
To have goals to strive for is so very comforting I couldn't imagine how anyone could live without them, even if it's futile, even if it costs more happiness than it brings just having a reason to live, a purpose, can be enough to prevent you doing silly things.