So for a
while I’ve just been focused on the death that surrounds us. I’ve been going about my routine, doing my
job, helping out, but not feeling much in the way of hope or
happiness. It’s just going through the
motions because what else am I going to do?
Everything seems pointless but you keep moving because the only other
option is jumping straight to death, and with reanimation being a reality, that
death becomes a danger to everyone around you.
Nearly
everyone I’ve talked to has experienced this at some point. This overwhelming feeling of ennui and
pointlessness. If the DSM-V (the Diagnostic
and Statistical Manual is the Bible for people in the psychology field and the 5th
edition was more delayed prior to The Fall than Chinese Democracy) had ever
come out, this phenomena would probably be named “Adjustment-Induced Emo
Disorder” or something like that.
Whatever the case, I think we all struggle with it.
It’s a loss
of meaning, I think. Our world was taken
from us and we’re forced to make something new.
And it’s wonderful that we’re doing so, but this is a loss that strikes
us to our core. The years before The
Fall were defined by technology, information being readily available, mass
communication, and so on. We have none
of that now. We’re knocked back to a
culture closer to the pioneer roots of this country, but with anachronistic
technology. So we’ve lost the meaning we
had and that catches up with us at times.
But we snap back. I guess it’s
fitting that I’ve come out of my death-days now. I didn’t even remember that Thanksgiving was
tomorrow until someone reminded me.
Although to be honest, I don’t even know what day of the week it is most
of the time. Without a watch to tell me,
I just can’t keep track. Sometimes I
think the only reason anyone does keep track of the days is so we can still
celebrate the old holidays.
And this is
an important one to celebrate. Because
despite the horrors we’ve been through, despite the terrible things we’ve seen
and done, despite the feeling that life is pointless, we can still be thankful. We’re alive and being alive gives life a
purpose. And it allows us to pull others
out of the depths of their own death-days.
Because none of us exist in a vacuum.
We all need each other. So thanks
to all of you for letting me make Haven my home.
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