What Catches Our Attention

I really don't like what catches our attention in the media. Well, it's not so much what catches it, more like how and why it's caught. For example, we lost Robin Williams this week (I can't find the words to describe him or how much he'll be missed); and as great as it is that people are trying to raise awareness of depression and it's effects, why does it take losing someone famous for us to give a crap? Someone in Massachusetts could commit suicide and people in Australia wouldn't care, and honestly, that happens all the time. Not those exact locations per se, but more than 25,000 people kill themselves a year in the US alone, and when was the last time you tweeted about it?
It's not just negative pieces in the news either, it happens to the positive stuff too. I constantly see those uplifting and inspiring videos on my facebook news feed saying "look at this proof animals can be friends with each other" or "this mom plays a heartfelt song for her dying daughter." That stuff is fantastic, it really is. But the way it's presented makes it seem so rare, especially when most of the media consists of the negative stories. I don't know if you watch Pirates of The Caribbean as much as I do, but Jack telling the truth is kind of like those positive stories:

I think we've been conditioned to expect the worst from people and from the world in general. The bad things are everywhere and the good ones are few, far between and "I need to post this right now to make someone's day better." Why do our days have to be crappy to start out with? Why try to make someone else's day better when it's a lot easier just to notice the good stuff you have? If we all realized how much good happens around us, a lot less of us would feel depressed. (I'm not saying that simply changing to a positive outlook can fix actual depression, but some people can be slight hypochondriacs.)

Try to have a happy outlook so you can better help people who seriously have depression. The worst thing you can do is one up them. Just let them know you're there, you'll listen and you care. They feel like their world is falling apart and there's nothing they can do to fix it so don't tell them "it's gonna be alright" because they just won't believe you. Sometimes the things you say without words are the loudest.

Here's a little poem I wrote

You can't see the facts and deny that behind a politely stated "hi" lies a quiet unspoken judgement on the way we speak and dress 

And this infected mentality which represents our nationality provides the common misconception that we're required to impress

We spend hours on our appearance worried about what they'll think Convinced we can fix that reflection in the mirror above the bathroom sink

It's so hardnot to be sorely disappointed when you believe the flaws you tried so hard to hide are still pointed 

And it doesn't matter; the number of compliments we receive when our minds demand and insist that they should not be believed.

Onward we struggle; both male and female combined Constantly in a state of civil war with our mind.Teetering on the verge of insanity just to obtain that "perfect look"When the reason for our depression is so obviously textbook 

There's an often said phrase that "the whole worlds a stage" and while brought up with good intentions at the time of its conception now stands with fierce oppression denying every question about whether or not it's worth it to keep putting on the show

The girls paint their faces and everyone takes their places in a play that they didn't go and sign up to put on And when we keep lying to strangers we forget about the dangers of letting go of who we are until we're already gone

Advertising companies don't help our situation In fact they make it worse by degrading the generationTo the point where we have acquired such a low self esteem that we're willing to buy almost anything as long as it means that we'll be pretty and happy and macho and cool, looking at photoshopped girls and guys by the pool, thinking "nobody likes me because I'm ugly, not thin", or "having human emotions makes me less masculine."

How in the world have we come to this conclusion, that having these imperfections requires constant illusion? 

When did we end up in a world of delusion knowing that all of this acting will lead to our seclusion?

We need to stop living in this state of delusion and realize this mask that we;re wearing is not the solution.