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Originally Posted by raspberrytorte
Thanks, scooter. This is very nice of you. It's hard for me to really see what the point is of, well, anything at the moment. I mean, so what. One hundred years from now no one's gonna remember me anyway.
I won't even be a random/unknown name on a gravestone because I want to be cremated.
There's no point.
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That's just it, there is a point while you are here. We each contribute a little to the world and others' lives, directly or indirectly.
Don't worry about a hundred years from now, think about what you can do today, even if it's a small thing.
I often find shopping carts in the parking lots where I shop. I sometimes gather them and return them. It's a small gesture but it helps someone, somewhere.
Someone once said, don't confuse small with insignificant. We each make a contribution, however small but not insignificant.
I'm speaking from the experience of being depressed for the past seven years. There is hope that things will get better, whether by meds, our doing, or maybe both. Just believe that you can contribute your verse to the poem of life. Don't let the depression distort.