(I just write this post to keep my one-post-a-week promise with myself. I think and hope it won’t bring you any value.)
Sometimes I just wake up feeling depressed for no reason.
The things that used to bring me joy now seems bland and grey.
I love delicious food, but even my go-to recipe can’t cheer me up.
I love enjoying the sceneries of Japan, but now they all seem insignificant.
I know that I’m supposed to be happy.
I have a job that creates opportunities for me to learn. I have a scholarship that allows me to focus on studying.
I have enough money to cover my needs. I’ve seen homeless people on my bus ride home from work. There was a man curling up in a carton box in a posh shopping street. The temperature can drop down to 10 degrees at night. Yet people walked past him as if he didn’t exist. How painful can that be?
I have a healthy functioning body that allows me to do anything I want. Medical school taught me that there are so many people out there who are not so lucky.
I am literally living my childhood dream: living independently in Japan.
Despite these prilvileges, why am I so sad? Actually, how dare I be sad?
P.S. If you have any book recommendations, let me know in the comment. I don’t like how I’m feeling right now, and have been reading these books to get through this situation:
- You Will Get Through This Night – Daniel Howell
- A Street Cat Named Bob – James Bowen
- Man’s Search for Meaning – Viktor Frankl
- The Almanack of Naval Ravikant – Eric Jorgenson
Image: The moon. I have a habit of looking up to the sky right after walking out of the library. Should I feel lonely, I still know that the stars and the moon are still there for me.
