Depression is sweeping the world like the plague and smallpox marched centuries ago, as cholera and the "Spanish flu" did. What is the nature of this victory march? Where is the trigger that sets in motion the social springs and gears that create this phenomenon?
Depression in adolescence is a well-known thing, described and put on shelves. Its main reasons are the way out of the conditionally immortal state of childhood. From the age when the child does not realize his own mortality, the adolescent enters a world where there is a finish line, the limit of his own earthly existence.
With the awareness of such an ultimate, finality, the question arises about the forthcoming summing up of life. Next, the chain of questions is continued by the question of, in fact, her, life, meaning.
Not finding the answer in his own experience, the child turns to the experience of his parents. Seeing that the parents do not have more meaningfulness (and often less) than their own (work-home-work-home-vacation-work), the child experiences a shock. It turns out that life was given to him as a complex and meaningless toy, like some artifact of unknown purpose from the book Roadside Picnic. An artifact left by some higher power, either as a mockery of the insignificance of a person, or simply by accident.
Of course, realizing that life has no meaning, that is, there is no goal, no vector of movement, no striving for a conscious result, as a trace from the life of an individual, the child falls into mortal horror. For nonsense, a dummy, you still have to pay with death, isn't that the worst thing for a person? There is no consolation in such a situation. Meanings can only be substituted with surrogates, which the modern structure of human society only welcomes and encourages.
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To plant humanity from youth on tranquilizers!
After all, this is a breakthrough in personal control, better than the invention of radio, TV and the Internet.
You pump society up tightly with trunks, drive the solution of damned issues deep into the depths, gradually turning the human masses into biorobots, then - again! And you stop giving the drug. The result is that the compensatory enraged masses of people begin to convulsively, in fits, "solve" the issues of life and death using improvised means, killing and destroying each other and themselves.
What, isn't it an elegant solution? Much more elegant than driving these senseless, unnecessary crowds to the new Auschwitz and Dachau.
The whole trouble of today's humanity is that its existence, in essence, is meaningless. After all, the only meaning of human existence in the world is the meaning of development, the meaning of changing the world, the domestication of the Universe.
And the global peace project, which has now become entrenched on the globe, stops this human development. Here it is important not to confuse technical progress and the development of a person himself. What is the use of technical progress when it completely leads to the suicide of the world's population?
The time is not far off when the Doomsday virus will be able to create some groups of terrorists, and bang this very humanity to the pigs.
That is, technical progress itself without human development is clearly described by the formula “monkey with a grenade”.
The development of the person himself is inhibited skillfully, inevitably and aggressively. Habits, manners are being simplified, social ties, traditions are erased, as a connection with ancestors, historical science is being destroyed, the education of today's average graduate of a university is not suitable for holding a candle to graduates of the 20th and even the 19th century.
Today's children no longer dream of space. Today's Yuri Gagarin would work as a manager in some office, and the song “Every Friday I'm in the shit” would be the leitmotif of his life.
This is the price that humanity pays for the collapse of the alternative path of its development - the communist one.
In conclusion, there are several statements of great people.
George Bernard Shaw, English playwright, Irish by birth, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, was a contemporary of Lenin. Here's what he said in 1921 about the Soviet leader:
“At the moment there is only one really interesting statesman of Europe. His name is Lenin.
If the future is the way Lenin foresaw it, then we can all smile and look into the future without fear. However, if his experiment is thwarted and ends in failure, if the world persists in preserving capitalist development, then I must say goodbye to you with great sadness, my friends….
Fidel Castro said: “The Soviet Union is a great, good state. This is the most wonderful thing that humanity has created. This is some kind of unthinkable fairy tale."
Albert Einstein on Lenin:
“In Lenin, I honor a man who, with complete self-sacrifice, devoted all his strength to the cause of social justice. I think his method is appropriate. But one thing is certain: people like him are the keepers and renovators of the conscience of mankind."
And the final one. M. Gorky. Song of the Falcon.
Gorky's genius described quite accurately the death of the then unborn Soviet project, but gave up hope of revenge.
“… The sea was shining, everything was in bright light, and the waves beat menacingly against the shore.
In their lion's roar, a song about a proud bird thundered, the rocks trembled from their blows, the sky trembled from a formidable song:
“We sing glory to the madness of the brave!
The madness of the brave is the wisdom of life! Brave Falcon! In battle with enemies you bleed … But there will be time - and drops of your blood, hot, like sparks, will flash in the darkness of life and many brave hearts will kindle with an insane thirst for freedom and light!
Let you die!.. But in the song of the brave and strong in spirit, you will always be a living example, a call to the proud to freedom, to light!
We sing a song to the madness of the brave!.."
Thirst for freedom, light, justice, as a reflection of the meaningfulness of existence.
This is the main and main remedy for death melancholy, which is usually called "depression" for euphony.