Take a long walk off of a short dock
I was told today by a very close friend that I am a clinically, constantly, and probably terminally depressed person. I cannot say that I believe that myself, as I usually associate depression with a person who is deeply absorbed in self pity and sympathy solely for themselves. It is ridiculous to be depressed when there are so may other people in the world who are far worse off and who actually have a valid reason for it. Still I believe that there is no reason to have such a Kafkaesque outlook on life as it is always possible to change what is wrong and make it better, no matter how bad it gets. Or, if not that, at least make an effort and try.
People who are depressed wallow in their condition, drown themselves in it and refuse to believe in a different approach. I wallow in my anger and in my disappointment at the cards that life dealt me. I keep in mind though that even with the worst possible cards a talented poker player can rake in a fortune. I believe that wholeheartedly and am ambitious at coming out on top.
Anger is passionate, it is wild, it keeps you going. It is far from the indifferent and hopeless characteristics that define depression. This is quite possibly why I was so disappointed with my friend's judgment - it seemed like an inappropriate thing to say especially considering the fact that he is one of the few people that, supposedly, knows me really well.
The fact that I think, and tell people, "what the hell is this bullshit that I have to put up with?" when referring to life does not mean anything. It does not mean that I am going to deter from my purpose which will forever be living to the fullest and destroying anything that gets in the way of that.
People who are depressed wallow in their condition, drown themselves in it and refuse to believe in a different approach. I wallow in my anger and in my disappointment at the cards that life dealt me. I keep in mind though that even with the worst possible cards a talented poker player can rake in a fortune. I believe that wholeheartedly and am ambitious at coming out on top.
Anger is passionate, it is wild, it keeps you going. It is far from the indifferent and hopeless characteristics that define depression. This is quite possibly why I was so disappointed with my friend's judgment - it seemed like an inappropriate thing to say especially considering the fact that he is one of the few people that, supposedly, knows me really well.
The fact that I think, and tell people, "what the hell is this bullshit that I have to put up with?" when referring to life does not mean anything. It does not mean that I am going to deter from my purpose which will forever be living to the fullest and destroying anything that gets in the way of that.