Death.
It intrigues many, and yet most of humanity is afraid of it.
We wonder what lies beyond the shadows of death and we wonder how we can solve this everlasting problem called
Death.
It’s so sad that people think that Death is the only answer, but the saddest thing of all is that people are forced to think that. They are bullied and made fun of to the point that they think that Death is the only way to escape. They are told that they should “go kill themselves” or “go back to where they came from” because they differ from the rest of society. Because they’re different. They are led to believe that because they are different, they are useless. Most people think that if something is useless, it should be destroyed or killed.
Difference is not uselessness! Difference is usually being more talented than those around you. Difference is having the courage to not collapse to pressure in this conformist society.
If I had to define useless, I would say one of two things.
The first one would be “Uselessness if most likely defined by the conformists in society that think that if you aren’t exactly like them, then you are weird, different, strange, and useless.”
They are what uselessness is.
The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debts do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’ can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
