So called anxiety, so called depression is typically nothing more than man’s self created love for his own misery, and in this sense is the worst, most perverted form of narcissism. It is truly sickening. For he gives up on love, joy and all the rest to revel in his sorrow, feeling sorry for himself and mourning life unlived. Their is a great line from Drake which goes “everybody dies, but NOT everybody LIVES!” This is one of the ultimate truths, especially in our times. In this, any true romance is impossible, real friendship is nonexistant, and the individual is pushed away to the very fringes of society. Needless to say this is a pathetic, dark romance with sadness and attention seeking at its worst.
Everything from the music they listen to, the drugs they consume, to their daily habits and rituals are depressing, half hearted acts. They are rotting, amid spiritual decay. I reserve little hope for these types for they do not know their predicament nor really even care – for themselves or others in a real, upfront and honest sense.
God help us!