{"id":22089,"date":"2026-05-13T19:26:55","date_gmt":"2026-05-13T16:26:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/seedsofbliss.life\/?p=22089"},"modified":"2026-05-13T19:54:21","modified_gmt":"2026-05-13T16:54:21","slug":"how-many-children-have-to-be-lost-before-we-admit-that-something-is-deeply-wrongin-the-wake-of-the-suicide-of-two-17-year-old-girls-in-athens-greece","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/seedsofbliss.life\/en\/how-many-children-have-to-be-lost-before-we-admit-that-something-is-deeply-wrongin-the-wake-of-the-suicide-of-two-17-year-old-girls-in-athens-greece\/","title":{"rendered":"How many children have to be lost before we admit that something is deeply wrong?(In the wake of the suicide of two 17-year-old girls in Athens, Greece)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I am writing these words mainly as the teenage girl who once sat silently in a room wondering if life would always feel this way.<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Heavy.
Tight.
Foreign.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The news of the tragic loss of the two girls shook me deeply. Not only because of the tragedy itself, but because I recognized that feeling so many people have experienced at some point and are afraid to admit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The feeling that you do not belong here.
That the world functions in a way that crushes you.
That something inside you becomes exhausted before it has even truly begun to live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remember my teenage years, and I remember looking at the adults around me and not seeing freedom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw tired people.
People disconnected from themselves.
People constantly running without knowing why.
People who had forgotten how to feel joy without guilt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And inside me, a question was born that was never fully spoken out loud: \u201cIf this is life\u2026 why would I want to grow up?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think many adults have forgotten how deeply teenagers see. Teenagers do not only listen to what we say. They listen to how we live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They see the chronic exhaustion, the loneliness, the anxiety, the lack of meaning, the disconnection. They see people surviving instead of living.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And they grow up inside a world that constantly tells them: Produce… Perform… Do not stop… Do not fall behind. As if human existence were an endless production line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And somewhere in all of this, the soul gets lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because we were not born to function like machines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were born to feel.
To connect.
To create.
To love.
To exist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We are not machines of endless productivity. We are living organisms with rhythm, limits, and a need for pause. Human beings are not made for permanent summer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nature does not bloom endlessly. The earth does not bear fruit endlessly. It is not always daytime.
There is winter. There is pause. There is rest. There is withdrawal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yet, today we have built a way of life that treats every human winter as failure. If you are tired, something must be wrong. If you break down, something must be wrong. If you cannot constantly perform, something must be wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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No.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe the problem is that we are trying to force human beings to live against their nature. And the body always pays the price.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A human being\u2019s capacity is not infinite. You cannot continuously push a nervous system without it eventually beginning to collapse. You cannot raise children inside fear and then wonder why they are afraid of life. You cannot deprive a person of community, presence, and genuine connection and then wonder why they feel empty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And maybe this is the most terrifying part of our time. That no one needs to chase us anymore for us to die. There are no armies outside the walls, and yet more and more people feel so trapped inside the way they live that life itself begins to feel unbearable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once, people fought against external oppressors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today, the oppressor has become a way of life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A way of life that glorifies exhaustion.
That calls disconnection \u201csuccess.\u201d
That teaches people to ignore their bodies, their emotions, their limits.
That turns human worth into productivity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then we wonder why some young people lose contact with the desire to live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Human beings once feared dying. Now many young people fear living like this forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I want to say this clearly: I do not believe people truly want to die.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I believe many people simply cannot bear living disconnected from themselves any longer. They cannot bear a life without meaning, without truth, without space to breathe as human beings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My healing journey did not teach me how not to feel pain. But it taught me something deeply important: that human beings need inner anchors in order to remain grounded through life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Values.
Roots.
Connection.
Community.
Nature.
Rhythm.
Presence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It taught me that real freedom is not endless productivity. Real freedom is being able to exist without constantly having to prove your worth. And perhaps that is the most revolutionary thing we can do today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To become human again. Because we were not born to merely endure life… We were born to live it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With love for the children silently struggling.
With respect for every human being trying to endure inside a world that often forgets what it means to be human.<\/strong>
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