la_fenkis wrote:
A piece of me is in the process of dying.
You'd be surprised how many pieces of yourself you can lose and still endure. I've seen the old ladies that have lost everything at the mental hostels that I shared tables with, and they put big old "tough" Dill to shame. Their eyes contained more life than the suits walking the streets.
Perhaps knowing suffering truly is the key to fully living life, but then, that's only what I've seen. Psychiatrists will tell you other things (but not always, some have told me similar things, albeit with good balancing out the bad), and they're who you're supposed to listen to. I've seen a lot of dead eyes in psychiatrists, though; I understand why they might have them, as they see lots of people suffering, and that'd take a toll if you want to help others.