Depression is so... dumb. There's no benefit to it, except for some fruity bands dressed in black singing about how "sad" they are and how much money they get from sad pizza faced teenagers. If you keep talking about how sad you are it will only get worse, you're not saving yourself. There are things you can do though, there's always religion whatever it may be as long it's one of the "big three." I don't know about the other smaller ones but as long as you believe in one God, that's enough. If your like me who wanted the truth rather than just faith to prove it, I'll help. I've done enough work to figure all of this stuff out and asked a scholar any questions I had and it all fit. After figuring this stuff out, I can't understand how I wanted to kill myself over something as dumb as looks. My idea of myself changed as well, I just hated myself enough back then to think I was ugly and worthless. I guess I'm not. I hope to help someone who was in my position that would probably make me a lot happier and feel like my life is complete. It's weird, I just want to do my part too... But it's hard when so many are led the wrong way. I know there's no way to change everyone, so to help a few people and have them thank me would be more than enough for me.
Hmm, anyways... Love is probably the number one cause to depression. Romanticism is a tool used by the devil to trick people into killing themselves for reasons like, "If I can't have you I can't live." Love was made by God to love Him first, now that's something you probably haven't though of, right? "Love has been given to humanity so that it may be shown foremost towards God, who created us from nothing, who provides for us, gives us every blessing, and who promised us an eternal life filled with happiness. Also, love is an emotion that must be directed towards those who love God and whom God loves, that is, to believers. A person is loved for his closeness to God, his fear of God, and his care to protect His prerogatives. All these forms of love are directed toward God, and toward those objects in which His attributes are manifested. In fact, for a believer to feel love for the enemies of God and His religion is forbidden in the Qu'ran."
He also doesn't want you to hurt yourself and thinking your closer to him by doing that. "For example, there are Christians who think they are drawing closer to Jesus by having themselves crucified. In certain Oriental religions, such as Buddhism, starving oneself, sleeping in an uncomfortable place, and other forms of "self immolation," are supposed to make one holy. The problem is that there is no such idea that in the Qu'ran that a person should cause himself pain, "God does not wrong people in any way; rather it is people who wrong themselves." (Qur'an, 10:44) "
"It is interesting that people, whom Satan has misled through sentimentalism, seem to be drawn to ill feelings such as pessimism, hopelessness, sorrow, grief, and depression. Instead of living with the peace of mind resulting from putting one's trust in God, people commit themselves into continual sorrow." So depression is just stupid, it's a tool and nothing more.
That's my post about depression and my little religion course interweaved. I hope you had fun reading it because you probably didn't. Here's a little passage from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Faust. Mephistopheles plays the devil and is talking to God in this scene:
Mephistopheles
To ask how all below is doing now,
And usually receive me without pain,
You see me too among the vile crowd.
Forgive me: I can’t speak in noble style,
And since I’m still reviled by this whole crew,
My pathos would be sure to make you smile,
If you had not renounced all laughter too.
You’ll get no word of suns and worlds from me.
How men torment themselves is all I see.
The little god of Earth sticks to the same old way,
And is as strange as on that very first day.
He might appreciate life a little more: he might,
If you hadn’t lent him a gleam of Heavenly light:
He calls it Reason, but only uses it
To be more a beast than any beast as yet.
He seems to me, saving Your Grace,
Like a long-legged grasshopper: through space
He’s always flying: he flies and then he springs,
And in the grass the same old song he sings.
If he’d just lie there in the grass it wouldn’t hurt!
But he buries his nose in every piece of dirt.
I like how he's a bit comedic as well as truthful... I'm done writing.
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