we are very much like our friends in the wild; the world we live in is a survival of the fittest. But to this I say, let the fittest survive! Survival is overrated. We’re alive; we die. How long we survive for is of little significance. Our true significance lies not in the endless comparing of ourselves to one another, trying to see who is the fittest, using scales of evaluation and meaning that differ in the heart and mind of every individual; no – it lies in our deeds alone with the time we have.
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I think the difficulty I (and others) sometimes have is investing our deeds and time with significance, once we realise that the world we live in is based on the survival of the fittest.
Once you accept that all external measures of good are ultimately based on survival, and that this is (as you say) overrated, all you are left with is whatever transitory feeling happens to be passing through your head at the time. For a depressive, this can be very hard to live with. The world often seems bleak, meaningless, and empty, and there is no argument you can make to yourself to convince yourself otherwise – there is no external significance to jolt you out of your own misery.