Wherever I cast my eye, I see myriad reasons for depression. Out-and-out depression, as a matter of fact. The world is falling apart, and it is only a matter of time before everyone around me realizes that there is no hope left. None whatsoever. And yet, I feel no traces of depression in my own chest. Rather, I feel chipper most of the time. Even more, I look forward to the rest of my life without any disquiet. A bit confused about the incongruity between my reasoning and my feelings, I just searched the World Wide Web for synonyms and antonyms of the word “depression.” Among the former, I found a good number that appeared to match the upcoming world in my mind’s eye: dejection, desolation, despair, despondency, hopelessness, downheartedness, discouragement, and gloominess. And among the latter, I found myself most partial to the following few that befitted my own feelings about the foreseeable future: cheerfulness, contentedness, and vivaciousness. So much for the incongruity, though. As for the reasons behind it, there is no rush. Sooner or later, they will come to the light of day. For they must.

Addendum (August 28, 2021)

Incongruity, what incongruity? To be honest, as the tattered expression goes, I am most happy to witness this world fall apart for good. In my mind, it deserves nothing better. Call it irony or even sarcasm, but it is actually a bit more than that. It is humor and nothing but humor. Bon’s humor, to be a bit more precise.