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Eeyore 16/05/20(Fri)15:35 No. 4905 ID: 64cd00
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Does anybody else take a grim comfort in the sadder aspects of life? We cannot feel happiness if not for the bad times, and all that is good must eventually come to an end. Why not embrace these things rather than fighting them? Why do we fight such an inevitable part of life?

"All things must come to an end...life, love, and even the universe itself."


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Eeyore 16/05/21(Sat)13:47 No. 4910 ID: d78ba2

Several conversations have been had here recently about this very phenomenon, but yes, in brief, I have given up on trying to deny the depressed and morbidly-infatuated part of myself and I'm now trying to integrate it into my greater active perspective. So far, I feel more "comfortable", in a loose and difficult to describe sort of way, with myself and my mind. People know that I usually feel blue and think about death a lot, so they've mostly stopped saying things like "you should just think positively." It kind of gives me the breathing space I need to figure out how to deal with being happy on the limited occasions that I am, actually. It's weird.


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Anon!moNoTOnous 17/03/13(Mon)08:25 No. 5343 ID: 03cdb2

During a significant part of my life (roughly its 70%) all I knew was pain, solitude, misery and alienation, clinging to my bones like rotten flesh. Even now, there isn't a single day that I don't think about death or suicide.
So I think I naturally try to come back to what I recognize as familiar: darkness, despair, helplessness.




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