Good question, actually. For me, its about reaching the next plateau of contentedness, which is impossible to predict when in the throes of a depressive episode.

When I was a teenager, I could never forsee my future self approaching happiness. I simply saw catastrope and loss. However, I have now achieved things in my life I thought impossible; i cherish people and moments that I once thought foolish. I couldnt see my own myopia. I am thankful to those who pushed me to keep fighting.

The struggle persists for me. The attempts to re-establish are perrenial. I have my depressive episodes. I have better tools, and use them more effectively. I know that sadness doesnt persist forever, not if I keep moving.

Collapse will arrive whether or not Im fearful of it. We will all suffer wildly. Until then, I fight for the moments of joy and serenity. I fight for those who depend on my resilience and empathy for their own wellbeing.

You too will become stronger, if you persist. The weight will get no lighter, but you will bear the burden better. Once you do, you can begin to lift the weight off others.

Not only is this a worthy goal, but perhaps the only one that will ever matter when our minds finally disperse into nothingness. Its not a choice, not really - just an imperative.