Why does existence weigh down upon humanity? Why do some search for knowledge, have an incredible thirst for it, but are continually depressed, while others remain in ignorance and are perfectly happy by doing so? Some say it's determined by intelligence... Smart people are more likely to seek information, and knowledge corrupts. But what defines intelligence these days? Some of the most brilliant men that ever existed couldn't solve math problems or read complex books. And why is it supposed that the search for knowledge is a side-effect of intelligence when we're seeing more and more average people take an interest in acquiring knowledge?
Are human beings physically adept at receiving the amount of information that they receive now-a-days? In this day and age, we receive more information in a single day than the average Medieval man received in an entire lifetime. Can our brains manage the overload? Is this why we're seeing a culture of addiction to everything and anything? Or why a decay in morality and the social norms of society occurs once the income of a group tends to be higher and therefore is exposed to more information? Or why everyone seems to be drugging themselves into foregetful oblivion by taking some drug or other, whether it be pot or alchohol or heroin or any other type of thought-altering drug. It seems like existence itself is weighing down upon humanity these days, and an addiction for knowledge that we ourselves don't seem fit to retain is causing our brains to go hay wire, creating a chemical imbalance in the brain, and making us seek remedies like the above-mentioned that only worsen the situation.
Any thought that requires intellectual effort is like putting myself closer to the grinder. In my 17 years of life, I've managed to accumulate billions of bits of information... more information than most people acquire in their lifetime, to be honest. But what good does it do to know and understand things and acquire more information than one already has when all it does is to continue weighing one down towards self-depreciation and depression. It's called depressive realism. If you haven't been aware of this term, depressive realism postulates that people who suffer depression perceive the reality that surrounds them more accurately than people who are not suffering from depression. Source So there we have it... studies prove that the more accurately one perceives reality, the more depressed one will be. Modernity is creating a culture of depressive humans. It seems that the more neurons are stimulated and used, the more the emotions of the brain become imbalanced as well.
Personally-speaking, depressive realism comes and goes as the wind with me. I envy simplicity. It seems odd how the simpler one thinks, the happier one is. But one can't seem to return to simplicity once one has achieved complexity. Knowledge is addictive. Often times, being able to think for oneself is seen as a commodity and a gift for a person to possess, but I perceive it as a curse. That commodity is impossible to remove once it becomes a wall to one's freedom of mind.





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