>>16113697Being depressed is one thing. Only the most intelligent beings have the capacity for melancholy. Littanies of books and plays have been written about tragedy.
However, there is a difference between genuine tragedy and self-imposed misery brought on by lack of success, hysteria, dramatism, you name it. I myself have known friends who seem to live within a Purgatory of Immiseration whereby they are always in the doldrums, always "down," "depressed," and yet they never do anything to immediately ameliorate their immediate conditions. I walk into their house and on the floor are dirty, unwashed clothes that I know have been there for months, dust and detritus on the kitchen floors, and they never leave these adverse conditions, never do anything to try to uplift themselves.
"it costs nothing to clean," I say.
"yes," they reply, "of course."
But then nothing gets done. I have no time for such people. I know times are bad. I know we're in the Kali Yuga. Don't you think I don't understand the inglorious, absolutely Shakespearean fever dream realm we're currently inhabiting? But the attempt must be made, or else you might as well be a living corpse fulfilling the bare minimum to sustain the biochemical functions of your body. At that point, what is the point of it all?
I cannot do anything but mock those people. They deserve what they get if they never lift a finger for their own existence. They never would have been anything in history. Their dramatics are laughable.
