Delving into man's pain of living

It seems to me that the only period of life worth living is that of childhood. After that everything turns ugly as your eyes begin to see through the layers of illusions.

The only way to remain positive is to ignore the sight. The only way to live a decent human life is to be materialistic, in fact. The more materialistic you are, the less likely you are to dwell on reality as such. You become engrossed in objects of all sorts and this allows your thoughts to keep away from what would give you a headache.

Think of getting a good job, so it will grant you more money, so you can buy a house, so you can plan a holiday, so you can settle down, so you can buy that leather sofa, so you can.... the more engrossed in materiality, the better. Alternatively, you can still escape the cold reality of life by being engrossed with the biological pleasures your existence has to offer, thus spending your time running after one mate to another, settling down at some point to reproduce, maybe. From that you get the sense of having fulfilled your main purpose on Earth, that of ensuring the fate of your own species.

Depression might be an illness, but in humans it is a consequence of lacking the basic safeguard in the brain which cushions your view of the world. It has a direct correlation with you inability at some point in your life to shied yourself from pure reality through imagination, and ultimately, delusions.

Think of chemicals as a whole. What are they and how do they work? We have many man-made chemicals which we produce daily for one reason or another. Alcohol itself has some form of chemicals in it, and it creates a reaction in the body when one drinks it. Chemicals produce a reaction in one form or other, often modifying the functions of other elements it comes into contact with, and that makes me think that the brain acts in the same way at times. It produces special chemicals that allow a person to survive their environment in the realm of pure reality.

Serotonine and whatnot are the brain’s little soldiers that ensure your ability to think and reason won’t turn against you when faced with the might of reality. Lose the battle, or too many soldiers, and you become ‘depressed’. You might even kill yourself.

Doctors might pump your brain with pills that will boost or replace the lost little soldiers, and you might just get ‘better’ because suddenly you are able again to shield your vision from pure reality.