"Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life
seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world
where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is
simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That
should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am
Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains."
- Rorschach, The Watchmen
I wish it's easy to tell people who suffer depression that the world is not as bad as it sometimes feels like. I wish I could tell them that there are (or, more importantly, will be) things that are worth living for and worth waking up to.
Life is an awfully long journey, and it's inevitable that there will be days that we'll feel sad, or hopeless or even helpless. It's okay to fail, it's okay to have people disappointed in us and it's okay to try again.
It's okay to feel those things because feeling is good. Feeling something assures us that we're alive, and the world is a brighter place for it.
And it's okay to ask for help if we can't feel anything.
I guess Mr. William's death reminds us that depression does not care about fame, wealth or accomplishments. It's a sad reminder of our feeble humanity, and that we owe it to each other to lend an ear to people who are comfortable enough to let their guard down in our presence and tell us their thoughts however mundane they might be.
So yeah, rest in peace, Mr. Williams. I hope you find the solace you sought.
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