I relate to this feeling more than you even know. Itâs not as if I am so depressed I canât appreciate the good things in life.
It just feels like the bad things are more present. Most of us are spending so much time and energy just trying to get by that we donât have any left to just enjoy life.
I like life. I like being creative, I like going to interesting places, I like nature. Ideally I want a long enough life to fit all the things I want to see and do in. Yet half of me just feels utterly hopeless about the world in a way that feels impossible to reconcile with the good bits
