something i've noticed as i've gotten older...

people die long before their physical body expires.


they lose interest in the things they love, they stop caring about everyone around them, they lose hope in what they fought for. might as well place themselves in a coffin and be done with it.

 

This describes depression... Not aging.

 

What age do you reckon that happens ?

 

^This was totally me after losing Misty.

Hf family starting '16
Grief counselor '17
Life coach '19
^ Were all my savoir......in that order

 

Not true, I know some (non-depressed) elderly people who still have passion for everything they do and for everyone they love.

 

Seems like people misunderstood the thread. I don't think the original post has anything to do with old age.

Most associate that with depression but that is not always the case. Losing hope, care, interest, while feeling indifferent about your own death can feel quite liberating. Not always a pleasant feeling though. Like you go through life normally but there is an empty feeling, like nothing has meaning or purpose anymore. Its one thing to come to such a conclusion from a philosophical standpoint and quite another to feel it deeply.

 

Correct. I think the misunderstanding comes from my preface "as i've gotten older" .

 

so pre-mature senior demintia then.

nature's mercy is forgetting to fear death

what is described otherwise sounds like the clinical definition of depression.
at least that is what the nurse told me when i asked what it meant.

not sure why i haven't experienced it.
most art oriented people seem sooner or later to.
maybe an occupational hazzard.
or one of focusing too narrowly.

i still suspect it has something to do with the expectations of belief.
at any rate my intensity of interest at times shifts more to one of my interests then another and then shifts again to another.
maybe because of diverse but in my mind related interests, or maybe i've just been lucky.

which doesn't leave me with any really sufficient advice, if there actaully even is any.
only that nothing is limited to what anyone else tells you to expect from it,
so really, there's no end to interesting things to explore, when those familiar become too much so.

i also suspect stress has something to do with it.