Melancholy
We all have felt melancholy at some point in life. Like there's nothing but an endless silence, nothing matters, nor do you care. You find everything so pointless, yet there's a massive hole you don't understand how to fill. A body where the soul just lost the enthusiasm to live. Often times I find myself asking paradoxical questions, and sometimes I find them suicidal in the end. Even if I tried I never really understand what makes these questions sound creepy or demotivating. The premise is simple, I just wanna understand the fundamentals and core reasons for specific human actions or even my own. Am I crazy to ask, why I shiver on heights despite knowing I can't die from the fall as long as don't jump? And even if I could, what holds me back. If life is so miserable why does one still go along with it rather than just end it if they can? I did all I could but I can never understand this state of life. Melancholy. A sadness without a specific cause, a pain without...