you think you’re depressed because you possess awareness, yet that is the one thing you don’t possess. you attribute your melancholy to your depth, blindly subscribing to the “deep and troubled artist” motif and feeling better because of it. when will you realise that is a game of the devil? he’s duped you into believing that misery is a virtue. joy—he stripped you of it. joy—you don’t even know what that is. you think its food and sex and nicotine hits and matcha after-tastes. in truth it’s a human’s highest achievement and most essential birthright. when have you felt joy before? when have you felt deeply alive and connected with God? as a child? well no wonder. children are not merely happy little humans, they’re joyous angels traversing the earth cognisant of nothing but God. all is colourful. all is filled with light. remember: “truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” become child again. strip yourself of sin. become joyous.