Can ypu relate?

[dust-in-the-wind]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf
(eventually committed suicide)

 

[lnlybnny]

Yeah in this sense I guess ignorance is a blessing as they say

 

[pain6batch9]

I think she got this one completely wrong. I think information about the world allows critical understanding and thus, affords you more protection from it.

Love never had to be a fairy-tale. It is something solid and profound that is shared between humans, that feeling never going away once experienced, as long as the human has the capacity to feel it.

That sense of being cut-off from the world, comes from the world, not from the understanding of the world.

Like everything else, it's a matter of perspective.

 

[Wolf Girl]

This is how I've been feeling. Just the crushing weight of the realization that none of this is worth the pain of being alive.

 

[Makoto]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf
(eventually committed suicide)

The person who tells you things like: "the only truth that exists", "the truth about life", "time to open your eyes"... and all that kind of things, it is better to stay away from those people.

 

[landslide2]

People who are very empathic certainly can understand what Virginia Woolf is trying to say here. The world is full of suffering and knowing too much about it opens a door you walk through which for some you cannot walk back out of. People will say don't focus on that, or only look at this, it's not in your control, but it's not so simple. Once you see, it is hard to unsee. Some understand this, some don't.

 

[TheGoodGuy]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf
(eventually committed suicide)

I have written about this a lot on this forum in the past especially about how amazing childhood was mainly because of ignorance and naivete, the less we know the happier we are. Now I know too much about life which has ruined the fun and joy in life there is no more mysteries, magic or even dreams and why? Because I learned too much through life using your example, I know love isn´t the fairytale I thought it would be as a child or teenager and life long friends will eventually leave you they´re not there forever because if you become sick enough e.g. depression, anxiety or physical illnesses etc. they will eventually abandon you but back when I was young I had been friends with so many people for so many years even over a decade with some but eventually they all leave.

Also learning about yourself will ruin life in my experience, I know I will never accomplish my dreams solely because I was born in a defect body that is riddled with mental and physical illnesses and is not mentally strong enough for even the basics in life, so I guess dreams do expire although it used to feel like the hope for the dreams to come true would go on forever but eventually knowledge would knock some sense into me and I would realize these were in fact just "dreams" nothing more I will never be a big beautiful bodybuilder, singer etc. the only thing I can do now is try and be as comfortable as I can be which is hard when afflicted by mental illnesses or I could ctb.

 

[locked*n*loaded]

Maybe the way to true happiness is staying aloof and holding onto the youthful naiveté that can shield one from the horrors of this world?

 

[dust-in-the-wind]

I have written about this a lot on this forum in the past especially about how amazing childhood was mainly because of ignorance and naivete, the less we know the happier we are. Now I know too much about life which has ruined the fun and joy in life there is no more mysteries, magic or even dreams and why? Because I learned too much through life using your example, I know love isn´t the fairytale I thought it would be as a child or teenager and life long friends will eventually leave you they´re not there forever because if you become sick enough e.g. depression, anxiety or physical illnesses etc. they will eventually abandon you but back when I was young I had been friends with so many people for so many years even over a decade with some but eventually they all leave.

Also learning about yourself will ruin life in my experience, I know I will never accomplish my dreams solely because I was born in a defect body that is riddled with mental and physical illnesses and is not mentally strong enough for even the basics in life, so I guess dreams do expire although it used to feel like the hope for the dreams to come true would go on forever but eventually knowledge would knock some sense into me and I would realize these were in fact just "dreams" nothing more I will never be a big beautiful bodybuilder, singer etc. the only thing I can do now is try and be as comfortable as I can be which is hard when afflicted by mental illnesses or I could ctb.

I feel your pain. I am mentally ill also. Impermanence is the only truth in life, which I feel was the point Virginia Wolfe was trying to make. Even if a relationship withstands the test of time, death will come and break your heart. Which brings up other issues of what's the point of any of this?

Maybe the way to true happiness is staying aloof and holding onto the youthful naiveté that can shield one from the horrors of this world?

Yeah but once you see the truth you can't unsee it and go back to naivete.

 

[TheGoodGuy]

Yeah but once you see the truth you can't unsee it and go back to naivete.

Exactly. Like when you find out Santa Claus isn´t real you can´t just pretend he still is because now you know the truth and the magic is gone with it. Which is also why I think it´s important to shield kids from a lot of wisdom and knowledge so they can to enjoy that wonderful paradise as long as possible because one day they´ll wake up to reality. Childhood is so short so let them enjoy the good life as long as they can and make the world a fun and magical place to be in e.g. agree that Santa Claus, The Toothfairy etc. is real. My dad even went so far to carve a "Z" in the wall outside our kitchen window one time when I was a child to make me and my brothers believe Zorro had been there that was so exciting!

 

[badtothebone]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf
(eventually committed suicide)

That's very deep but I think that's where I'm now..

 

[Throwawayacc3]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf
(eventually committed suicide)

Chris Cornell and Chester Bennington are two examples that I feel matches this description.

I'm not sure how I feel about the singer for Linkin Park who is a Scientologist and those cultists are the absolute worst (they don't believe in depression, suicide, etc).

It's just a tearing of reality. Even at a young age I discovered about the Prussian system for schooling and I pretty much completely checked out of school (mentally). A prison which doesn't teach you anything in order to live on your own. But don't worry… at least you learn that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell and that complex math equations help with everyday financial struggles /s