The Other Side

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A very short fictional piece based on my account of dealing with depression (though I hesitate to call it that sometimes)

Submitted: July 27, 2018

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“I do not have time for your petty complaints. I cannot waste my days listening to you contemplate the meaning of existence. You sit and philosophize about what it means to be alive when you don’t even know how to live. You keep telling me time and time again about your plans and all the changes you’re going to implement in your life, but all that is just talk. You have a way with your words but have lost the way to success. Whenever I bring up success, you tell me that the word as defined by the world is empty, that it’s a mere vessel carrying promises of material wealth and happiness, both of which you assume to be a facade. You believe instead that the correct meaning of success is subjective, relative, that everything is relative and there are no concrete definitions for anything. I tell you that you hide behind this intellectual shield to protect yourself from reality’s harsh truths. You use your philosophy to justify laziness and your inability to make decisions. “If I keep telling myself that everything is relative”, you think to yourself sheepishly, “then I’ll never have to pick sides and form an opinion!” When confronted with a fallacy in your beliefs, you can politely say that everything is subjective, and thus exempt yourself from the responsibility of defending said beliefs. You dress your laziness in a pretty gown, calling it sometimes depression, other times melancholy, but in reality you are just a useless human being. We both know that. We have known that for a long time. So free the people around you, release them from having to carry your burdens, free them from having to listen to a man whose mind changes on a whim, free them from having to adapt to your inconsistencies, and try to remember how selfish you are for believing that all the problems of the world must be because of you. Then, after you do all that, turn off the light and pull the trigger - I will remain on the other side of the glass as an eternal reminder of the person you could have been.”


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