In ancient greek mythology the titan Atlas was condemned to hold up the sky for eternity. Lately the more and more I thought about that, I felt that in a way we are all like him. Daily getting up, going to work, acting like nothing was wrong and all the time holding our burdens without telling a soul. Slowly and slowly my mind went in too deep and I thought, is there anyone on this whole planet who is really happy?
I started thinking and it was just like I thought, no one is really happy or satisfied with their lives. Nothing matters when it comes to this invisible weight we are carrying around. No amount of money, fame or wealth makes this weight any lighter. I’m not saying that people aren’t happy, because everyone becomes happy but only for a short time unlike the sorrow, which is never ending.
And this is only the tip of the iceberg. When this depression starts breaking boundaries people get desperate to be released from this ailment. Little do they know that this depression is something they have to cope up with whole their lives. Yes, there are medications to ease this mental pain, to rest, if only for a while but that is only a temporary solution.
As atlas was condemned, so are we. Occasionally, this depression reaches a point where people snap and harm others or themselves. Suicide is a resort which people usually take to escape from it. But, in the end I also saw people fight it, they try and become strong and cope up with it and that’s the only way to deal with this illness. We all should fight this depression, if not for ourselves then for the sake of our loved ones, we have to become Atlas and carry this burden like nothings wrong.