Fragile nature of life
As we have come to accept it , it still baffles me when i think of how different our lives used to be just a few months back. For months we have been in a chaotic state, the only thing that is keeping us sane is the fact that entire humanity is facing the same crisis and that we are not alone!
It’s not like we weren’t struggling before the pandemic started. We were facing depression, racism, poverty, immigration problems, corruption, rape earlier too but we had something or someone to distract ourselves with, wondering that reality is just too raw and difficult. But this pause has brought everything to the shore and reaffirmed that how fragile life really is.
It really makes me wonder at the innocent self as a child when I used to think that man!, adulting is so much fun, I could live life on my own terms do things my own way and probably be happy all the time. It’s really a kick in the nuts when you realise that yes you could do all that and you probably are doing it but fuck!! where is the happiness ?
I wonder time and again that aren't we all in a perpetual state of existential crisis?that we aren’t happy or satiated by our current being and always looking for that next big dopamine rush that validates our existence and gives us the meaning. We tend not not think about these things as we doubt that we would not have answers for it and our society is not very responsive or accepting on discussing mental health and challenges that cloud our judgements.
Therefore we continue as/is until a news of a young celebrity committing suicide pops up on our social media. We express our shock and solidarity through posts and stories and then carry on like nothing happened.
Until another news pop up…
P.S This below image was a campaign created by Publicis in 2018 on suicide prevention in Singapore. The thought and execution was powerful. Just turn the picture upside down.
