Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Suffering of Being Alive


I feel so depressed, everyone here says that. Even I say that but why is depression so much? What is the root cause and why have people stopped caring about others. All of us are really selfish and that is reality of life. If someone is sad then why would someone else even care? Maybe, because of sympathy, is it so? Feel really depressed as I am left with no answers, only questions. Suffering of being alive never does heal.

Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013

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Sometimes nothing is known about where life will lead to? I am depressed.

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