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I've been feeling unusually depressed and tired lately, primarily because of people (surprise, surprise). That's not to say that the fault is theirs- not entirely, not even mostly. Sometimes I just lose my emotional momentum and slow to so stagnant a halt that it would take a miracle to get me going again. But miracles aren't commonplace. And who or what can be so extraordinary to grace me with it?

Beyond the essential lies we tell ourselves to pacify our fears against becoming insignificant drones in this world, we are... well, just that. Insignificant drones. And we hibernate in settings where that is the norm. We befriend others who are just as dull as us and share the same pointless quests. All that becomes okay eventually. We're nearing... happy.

Then there are the moments... moments when our greatest fears come alive, and it gets so crippling that we just have to rationalize them away, so fast, so ignorantly. We rarely dive in and battle our demons head on. Maybe we need to stray away from all these years of repression. Maybe the moment is a sign, that something is amiss, that you're hesitating because you're not doing what you ought to be doing after all.

Dark areas need exploring too. And when you're done indulging in your superficial pleasures, walk with me. Loose your guards and let's actually talk. Develop some critical thinking. Then maybe you won't be so afraid of being "dragged down."