aquascoot wrote on Sep 8
th, 2016 at 12:03pm:
another rediculous policy designed to make people "identify" with their "inner pain".
F*ck your inner pain.
Dont people just get bored of always focusing on themselves?
My pain, my problems, my life , me, me, me,
Develop a love for "contribution" and a love of the journey.
learn to make love to your problems.
Dont listen to your mind. Your mind will tell you to wallow in self pity as your mind doesnt care at all about your dreams and aspirations.
develop your "willpower".
A level above your mind to control your mind.
See yourself as in a battle with your mind and youre just going to win.
Set yourself a bunch of things that you will do and then man up and do them.
the gym...every day
good food...every day
inspirational books...every day
contribute value to everyone you interact with...every day.
every time you do it, you improve .000001 %.
depression is in some ways a psychological addiction to laziness. allow in this addiction if you like, but there is no future in it.
like addictions to drugs, gambling, sugar, porn, validation, approval, money...it will not ever make you content.
You must learn to
1 engage and fully accept EVERYTHING that happens to you as happening to help you grow.
2 have ZERO dependance on an outcome.
you cannot ever be disappointed if you do something just for the joy of doing it , with no hint of "needing" things to go your way.
depression is rampant in todays society because people are mentally lazy and have not developed a strong pre frontal cortex. EVERY PROBLEM is an opportunity to develop your willpower. love your problems
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Above is excellent advice
For younger people though, it might be kicked angrily aside
because younger people have been assured, particularly while at school, that all they need do is 'dream hard enough', basically, and success will surely be theirs
In other words, at school and in much of the media they consume (tv, movies, etc) younger people are subject to the insinuation that if they fail, it's their fault -- for not dreaming and trying hard enough. They're told they can 'be anything' if they put their mind to it
All around, people see others enjoying materialism: nice vehicles, nice clothing, good jobs & careers, apartments & homes, holidays abroad, active social life, etc
Now, imagine being in your early 20s and living in Junee or Wagga or Bathurst. They've done everything asked of them and have emerged from their education with good grades and the expectation of finding well-paid employment which in turn they expect will provide them with all the things they desire
Until that point it's been an upward progression: primary, secondary, tertiary education. They've been programmed to seeing their lives as consisting of one upward step after another. Then the momentum stops dead. No work on offer. Hard-dreamed-of ambitions turning to seed before their eyes
Nothing has prepared them for it. They become acutely conscious of every forward-tick of the clock. On Facebook, people they knew moved to the city, have a great apartment & social life and are bragging about their latest trip to X, their promotion, etc.
Poor kid back in Junee feels a failure. He sees the world moving forward -- without him. He applies for more positions and regards every rejection as further testimony of his personal failure
He decides Life doesn't want him. School has finished with him - the happy optimism he knew there as he sweated over one assignment after another, is gone. His school's filled with new faces, new hopes. He's already redundant
No job. No money. Friends scattered far. Facebook pages taunt him. Every moment, his dreams slap him in the face. Can't get a girlfriend because no job, no money, no car, nothing to offer
He stays at home, loathing himself, assuring his family he's applying for anything going
In private, his sense of loss is worsened with every moment. Long, empty afternoons are torture -- no mail, no job offer, another day gone. Dad clinging to a job by the skin of his teeth. Mum making meals out of nothing. Talk about having to sell, to move -- but where. Their worried expressions when he enters the room: 'Have you tried at Coles?'. Then, ' You need to get out of your room. Get out and talk to people, you never know .. they might know someone who knows someone. Otherwise, you're going to have to see if you can stay with Aunt Ruth up in Campbelltown -- that's where the work is, in the city. You can't just mope around here '
Except he'd been dreaming-hard since he was ten of being a marine biologist. The teachers had said it was a good career choice and he was good at science. He'd done everything right, passed all the exams. He'd seen himself as a marine biologist for so long that it was part of him. He'd seen the beautiful girlfriend, the nice apartment, the prestige as he climbed the ranks, the early retirement, golf, travel, living life with confidence and meaning
Now, all he feels is loss so profound it exhausts him. Another birthday passes, then another
One day he goes into the bush with a length of rope so he can remove his loathed self from a world which obviously has no place for him. Then multiply him by tens of thousands
They need work, folding money and reasons to live. Telling them to buck-up doesn't give them any of those at their age and stage, unfortunately