We evolve into a product of society.
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I hate it when someone’s hurting and I can’t do a thing about it
So tonight, during my wonderful all nighter, I was looking at what I had missed on here (on my other account) and it made me very distraught and sad and worried. Tumblr is the confession box, and I have nothing wrong with people posting whatever they want. Another great thing about tumblr is about our great ability to care and listen. I feel as though I have a group of best friends, even though I’ve met none of them.
Which, naturally, is why I was so upset when a few people posted extremely depressed posts today. The only thing I’m able to do is offer an ear, and some encouraging device. God damnit, why can’t depression be fucking nonexistent.
Depression and suicide to me are extremely sensitive, emotional topics to me. My mother almost died last year from attempted suicide, and I’ve been through so many different bouts of depression it’s not even funny. I’ve been fighting a rather nasty episode for the past while now myself.
But we can’t help each other. I can’t give these people a hug and tell them they’ll be okay. I can’t physically be there.
Feeling a rant coming
Be prepared
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Emotions: A Balancing Act
Sometimes, it’s nice to just be sad. A perfect, harmonious balance of the emotional highs and lows are all I could really ask for. I’d much rather have my lows than cover it up by faking being happy all the time. Because honestly, I don’t believe there’s any way on earth one can be constantly on an emotional high without feeling down or low. It’s not humanly possible. I would also hate to be low all the time. The feeling of joy and peace I get when on an emotional high are amazing, and I don’t know what I’d do without these moments.
Being perfectly neutral just sounds gross. Bland. Distasteful. And unbelievably inhuman. Emotions are built into our genetic code, and it is impossible to live without them. There is always a way humans lean towards something. Always a form of partiality or impartiality. Absolute, unmatched love or loathing, perhaps not. But if one can balance his or her emotional highs and lows, he or she is, ultimately in quite a favourable state.
Deep thinking hurts my brain
Today, I had a deep conversation with my mom about religion.
Now before all of you sit here and complain about me shoving my religion down your throat, etc, etc, stop. Just stop right there, and listen. Preferably with an open mind. Because I have a big, mind blowing question for you:
How does one know which religion is right?
Honestly, though. Every religion will argue that their god is the real god, that their way of living is how to get to heaven. So which ones the real one?
I have met some very hardcore, in your face Christians. I’ve also met some very, very hypocritical Christians (cough cough ex boyfriend. But that’s another story, for another time). And I’ve met people and looked into (somewhat) different religions. And really, there is no vast difference between them. They are all different ways of life, different ways to try and reach that goal of eternal life, of heaven, whatever it may be called.
With that all in mind, how does one ultimately decide which religion is the right one, which god to follow, which lifestyle to live. I’ve been born and raised in a Christian environment, but lately I’ve just been thinking lots about religion and afterlife in general. I mean, where does one go after death? Are we reincarnated? Do we go to heaven? What happens if the god one follows turns out to be the wrong one? Do we go to hell/it’s equivalent? Or does nothing actually happen? Do we just rot in the ground, all done.
I really wish someone could answer these questions, it would make things infinitely easier on this poor little brain of mine
