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The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.
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Sometimes we feel like we’re just another speck of humanity on the big green ball. Our lives are time-tabled to the nano-second… but we don’t really know why.
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14. Don’t listen to the voice in your head that says, “I can’t do this anymore. I’m dying inside.”
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Allow your eyes to wander around a city bus between stops. Whatever. You may notice a look of quiet desperation on the faces of many passengers. You will turn away, and feel good about yourself. Until you realize that look is painted on your face too.
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It’s basically what it sounds like. Silent hopelessness. It’s feeling despair, but going on with your life, never letting on that you’re feeling it.
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There is something freeing about shouting even if no one hears it. Likewise there is something freeing about writing something in a place where people could read it even if they don’t actually read it.
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Let’s live effective lives of joy and leave the quiet desperation to the capitalist dogs, shall we?
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Since when is it wrong, online or otherwise, to commisserate with another soul, to encourage catharsis, to find another person intriguing, to learn that — no matter what makes you you — that there are people out there just like you?
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In the first essay, “Economy,” Thoreau comments that most men are slaves to their work and enslaved to those for whom they work. He concludes: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation….”
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We all occasionally find ourselves in situations from which we wish to be freed but, devise compelling reasons to stay put and so resort to rationalization.
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T — I’m worried about you.
I don’t know you, but I read your blog on a regular basis. You remind me of my brother in a lot of ways. And I’m concerned for you.
I don’t want to intrude or cause trouble, but if you really feel desperate and hopeless, it may be time to seek some help. Do it for your sons, if nothing else.
My own father took his own life when I was 13. The repercussions of that act resonate with me even today, at age 42. Help wasn’t really available when he needed it, but there is a lot of mental health counselling and such available now. Please, please avail yourself of it.
If you just need a virtual shoulder to lean on — someone not too close, to whom you can vent and not worry about consequences, I’m more than willing to serve as a non-judgmental ear
Take good care, friend. I mean that.