Ranting to Myself

I don’t believe in luck. Though that might be an overstatement because somehow I think I bring luck to other people. And there are days which I’d say I’m grateful for—see that? I just love contradicting myself. But anyway, for things that you want to have or achieve very badly, I believe in working hard—extremely hard—to get them. You can’t just want something and wish very hard and hope for it to happen. Hoping is helpful, but you’ve got to back it up with action. Trust me, I should know. I’ve learned the hard way. 

When life gets tough, you can’t give up. Not without trying at least three times. When you fall down, get up, brush the dirt off, and power walk the hell out of it. Carry on. Feel free to mope around a bit but always make sure you snap out of it in time to plan your retaliation. Do it before you plunge into depressive waters. You will realise that the time you spent feeling sorry for yourself is time wasted. And it can make you dive deeper into depressive guilt. And waste even more time.

Also, have a friend. I don’t care if you think you’re some sort of a lone wolf. Having that one friend who supports you all the way can make you feel just a little bit more alive. Even Batman a.k.a. Mr. I-Work-Alone has had several Robins. And Sherlock’s career really flourish before he met John, did it?

Honestly, people who say they “might have depression” because they think it’s cool and gives them a mysterious vibe should stop it right now. All it does is make you feel lost, alone, like you don’t belong anywhere. It’s an awful feeling. And P.S: thinking that you have a psychological disorder is a psychological disorder. So stop it. Stop it right now. And do something, anything, to get your life going. The more things that have you occupied, the less likely you will spend time thinking about how miserable you are. So that when you look back at your life some 20+ years from now, all you will be doing is bask in your many achievements.

And with that, I rest my case.