The establishment of money can give people Jacuzzis and remote controls but it also brings interest rates, and debt which has been known to provoke some pretty nasty manic depression. Nothing kills soul like poverty, just ask Elizabeth Bennet about her tough decisions.
In addition University can educate, improve and churn out some of the best relationships in a person's life. It can leave others feeling alienated undermined and well skint.
The complex web of 21st century human existence has established opportunities for people to be proud, egotistical and elated. It has also given us the possibility of being dragged through a cloud of quite the opposite, just take the antitheses of the orgasmic affects of heroin against the catastrophic impact the monster has on lives everyday, for a chilling example. If this was a rhetorical piece of (pretty pointless) writing I would have put the positive tripling last, but this is no propaganda. I'm merely pointing out the fascinating weight our lives are laced with.
Is depression a result of understanding this too well? Or not well enough? And if unhappiness has to exist if anyone ever wishes to appreciate the positive parts of life then are unhappy people just making up all the good and beauty in the world?
I would write a novel about this, but I've got a lecture.
And I'm actually really happy by the way.
