Aren't we all sad?

Early symptoms of Depression scrawled upon my soul as I'm strolling around the city all by myself.

Everyone gets sad. Yes, Everyone I've ever met. But do they hold on sorrow firmly in their arms like how they protect their valuables from someone who might take them away? I don't think so. So it's just me then.

All my former glories and golden oldies assembled for my reconciliation of self. My humiliating failure of living-life-to-the-fullest gave me something to remember it by, a constant fear of losing my life before I could achieve something big. I attempted to ward off this irrational anxiety by figuring out the fundamental reason that inflicted these pains and sorrow. Turns out, it caused me to drown in palpable loneliness. Lately, useless whinings had become my signature tune. These negativity almost exhausted me and I have nobody else to turn to.

I was told that all kinds of life-changing events goes to an open mind. Others just simply tend to blind themselves from precious opportunities due to their insistence on defending traditions. Speaking of traditions, I'm burnt out by the rigid pattern of pleasure seeking rooted in our nature. We don't think we deserve happiness if we hadn't offered a plausible degree of sacrifice. Were our ancestors playing a practical joke with us? What happened to "we are born perfect"?

Statistically, all lighthearted people gets satisfaction easily, which can be very upsetting for the rest of us who are mindful of our thoughts and emotions. Given the history of my predicament thus far, maybe it's time to think a little bit less. Life is breezy when you take it easy, ain't it?