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Originally Posted by Robin Agrees
What I'm saying is that whatever reason someone will give is in fact just life itself, lost your job.....meh! that's life, wife cheated on you....meh! that's life, lost all your money....meh! that's life, that's what you get. You can't escape suffering or pain, so when it happens we say that's life. So my claim is that life itself takes many versions of pain and you can't get rid of the suffering, so when someone commits suicide they did it for a "that's life reason" which includes every reason you could ever give. So I say from that view point life is the problem.
This is inconsistent with what you said before. There you said this:
"Whatever reason they may give for committing suicide, like I lost my job, my wife left me or whatever, its a facade. The real problem is life itself, the whole catastrophe."
You start by claiming that it is not the particular problems that cause suicide, but rather that fact of life, that we live in this vale of tears. But now you are acknowledging that these particular problems
are the cause of suicide (at least, in some cases), but that they should be understood as part of the problem of life itself (i.e. not as just a facade). If by "life" we mean everything that happens to us and the things that make us what we are, then of course I'll agree that "life" is what causes suicide--"life" causes everything that we do, including our living full, contented lives.
Second, there is no more reason to say that life is suffering than to say that life is pleasure. We experience both, with some experiencing more of one than the other. So you say that we can't escape suffering and pain, and I think that is true, but I also think we can't escape happiness and pleasure. And while lost your job, wife, etc. is part of life, so is getting a promotion, falling in love, and so on.
See, you think that the happiness of others is an illusion because you are depressed. For you, only the negative emotions seem real or justified. But that is just as much an "illusion" as the experience of a happy person. Emotions are not things that are
in the objects or events of the world around us. Rather, they are our affective responses to those objects, events, ideas, and so on. As such, they don't need justification, and can't be illusory (what are they pretending to be but themselves?). Sure, we can
think we are happy when we are not, but we can't have an illusion of happiness (i.e. the experience or feeling of happiness when we are not).
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To your second point, yeah people are happy but what are they happy about would be my question? You might say family, ok cool, so they cling to their family and if they ever should die this person might become depressed. So from my view point is what are people happy about? Things are always changing, always fleeting. If you cling to "something" and it makes you happy but it gets taken away are you not unhappy, if you say no we can still be happy, then again what are you happy about?
Why does it matter?
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In my experience people run around like headless chickens trying to find "something" to be happy about, like a kids bedroom, toys played with for 5mins but then chucked into the corner and unto the next toy. The make more and more mess. From my point of view they are not happy at all, they just have a facade, something to keep them distracted, and if it was ever to be taken away they might also be left in a state of depression and sadness.
Look, no one is guaranteed happiness. I am not claiming that there is a way to live your life such that you can be certain that you will always be happy. But that doesn't mean that happiness, when it is there, is not real. This should be super obvious.
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So to answer your question, I believe that people don't take my dejected view of life, because they keep themselves distracted with temporarily illusions, take away the illusion and you might see what I see.
Here's what you should actually do: realize that your depression has made you incompetent to make these judgements about other people's happiness or lack thereof.