I will never understand why people spend their whole lives living in fear. Fear of being happy. Fear of saying what’s on their mind. Fear of actually living. One day you’re going to be old and filled with regret because you never actually lived. You sat at home and you were depressed and never moved on with your life or found things to make you happy. What a waste. Look toward the future, you’re old now. You lost your chance. Your chance to find happiness. Your chance to feel fulfilled. Your chance to be spontaneous and take chances. You missed your chance to tell someone you love them. Or move to a different country. Or go skydiving. You missed everything because you chose to be depressed instead. The way I look at it is you might as well be dead now.