I have been reading a book entitled "Veronika decides to die" and I was quite having a few insights while reading this. I cannot explain the feeling but somehow can realize that people may really never know the meaning of insanity.
Which made me ask my self? Am I insane? I do not know if you have asked that to your self, but then when I was reading the book, the question occurred to me for a couple of times.
These past few days, I have been depressed. Depressed due to reasons I cannot explain. I somehow feel alone, hopeless and has no one to turn to but myself. Quite sad and bitter as it may sound, but that is the truth. I have been trying to fight the depression but then I was acting like this is not me...
Going back to the book I have been reading, Veronika decides to die because she finds no meaning in her life. And I myself can realize, I am living not for myself but for others , which makes me find meaning to my life. But then, living with this kind of reason is not even living at all. Living for another person or being is living because you choose to not because you want to.
I do not know how long will I have this feeling. At least I can realize my emotions and somehow decipher what I plan to do. Oh no, my title does not speak for the plans that I have. My old self will probably die... but not me.
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Which made me ask my self? Am I insane? I do not know if you have asked that to your self, but then when I was reading the book, the question occurred to me for a couple of times.
These past few days, I have been depressed. Depressed due to reasons I cannot explain. I somehow feel alone, hopeless and has no one to turn to but myself. Quite sad and bitter as it may sound, but that is the truth. I have been trying to fight the depression but then I was acting like this is not me...
Going back to the book I have been reading, Veronika decides to die because she finds no meaning in her life. And I myself can realize, I am living not for myself but for others , which makes me find meaning to my life. But then, living with this kind of reason is not even living at all. Living for another person or being is living because you choose to not because you want to.
I do not know how long will I have this feeling. At least I can realize my emotions and somehow decipher what I plan to do. Oh no, my title does not speak for the plans that I have. My old self will probably die... but not me.
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