We.. we are a funny bunch of people.
when someone is a depressive person, why is that person thought of as a maniac?
What about those who laugh at silly jokes? and what about those who really crack those jokes?
When a person laughs or thinks that he can laugh, it's just an expression of an emotion. Similarly when a person is perpetually angry or upset, its just an emotion too.
Why would people think or pass negative judgements about that person?
How naive can we be?
If a person is upset, its not just a way of life. Why can't we acknowledge that someone might just have to be upset? Depression is not welcomed, it creeps in - unwilingly at that. And the worst part - it refuses to wear out. It's like age. It grows untill the air is too thick to breathe.
It makes one feel like garbage and it makes one whine even when others think it's unnecessary. The world maybe a beautiful place. Ever wondered why would anyone be oblivious to the primary beauty of existence? Pray! Its because some unworthy souls have their lives full of murk and filth enough to provide them with the darkness to sink all brightness in its garb.
Let me also tell you what makes us naive:
Judgement in individual lives is just as certain as death and taxes. We judge people way too quickly and then life is too short to allow us to change our judgements. So, when we notice someone whining, we believe, almost instantly, that the person cannot be in need of the morose expression all the time. However, we choose to completely ignore the fact that we dont know the person entirely. What if the depression is the only state that can help them gain some mental stability (which is true, for a lot of people)? What if the person has been through much more than what can be borne by a "normal" human being and yet the person chose to live over the idea of a convevnient cease of life?
But we are vain. We cant live with the fact that someone somewhere has a real reason to complain whereas we just crib about the bad roads, bad weather, bad sex, bad relationship or a bad hair day. When someone is complaing about a bad relationship, little does the person think that someone else might really even be in a relationship which makes life miserable.
Why does one's own sorrow always seem mammoth? Why would one think that if I can live through what I have, anyone else can live through anything? Why can people not assume that maybe (just maybe) someone somewhere was not made to bear what he had to bear? Why can't people believe that at times sorrow, even if it seems little to someone else, can wear an entire heart or a soul?
Here's to wishing people just let the depressed be - regardless of the judgements.
Anyways,
See ya around!
when someone is a depressive person, why is that person thought of as a maniac?
What about those who laugh at silly jokes? and what about those who really crack those jokes?
When a person laughs or thinks that he can laugh, it's just an expression of an emotion. Similarly when a person is perpetually angry or upset, its just an emotion too.
Why would people think or pass negative judgements about that person?
How naive can we be?
If a person is upset, its not just a way of life. Why can't we acknowledge that someone might just have to be upset? Depression is not welcomed, it creeps in - unwilingly at that. And the worst part - it refuses to wear out. It's like age. It grows untill the air is too thick to breathe.
It makes one feel like garbage and it makes one whine even when others think it's unnecessary. The world maybe a beautiful place. Ever wondered why would anyone be oblivious to the primary beauty of existence? Pray! Its because some unworthy souls have their lives full of murk and filth enough to provide them with the darkness to sink all brightness in its garb.
Let me also tell you what makes us naive:
Judgement in individual lives is just as certain as death and taxes. We judge people way too quickly and then life is too short to allow us to change our judgements. So, when we notice someone whining, we believe, almost instantly, that the person cannot be in need of the morose expression all the time. However, we choose to completely ignore the fact that we dont know the person entirely. What if the depression is the only state that can help them gain some mental stability (which is true, for a lot of people)? What if the person has been through much more than what can be borne by a "normal" human being and yet the person chose to live over the idea of a convevnient cease of life?
But we are vain. We cant live with the fact that someone somewhere has a real reason to complain whereas we just crib about the bad roads, bad weather, bad sex, bad relationship or a bad hair day. When someone is complaing about a bad relationship, little does the person think that someone else might really even be in a relationship which makes life miserable.
Why does one's own sorrow always seem mammoth? Why would one think that if I can live through what I have, anyone else can live through anything? Why can people not assume that maybe (just maybe) someone somewhere was not made to bear what he had to bear? Why can't people believe that at times sorrow, even if it seems little to someone else, can wear an entire heart or a soul?
Here's to wishing people just let the depressed be - regardless of the judgements.
Anyways,
See ya around!
