but you still enjoy the feeling of misery at the same time, don't you. there's an enjoyable component to it. knowing it's possible, that's a reason to not do it, because it's always an option to live but only when it's too late, then the real ugly despair kicks in.

neeee, ir taa, ka saakumaa jauniibaa shkjiet, ka tu konkreetas lietas nevari. un tas ko saka ka var priecaaties par misery, tas nav nekas cits, kaa priecaashanaas par to ka 'tev ir taisniiba'. piemeeram, depresiivi cilveeki biezhi uzskata ka viss ir melns un balts un vinjiem ir taisniiba par konkreetaam lietaam kaapeec ivnji nevar buut prieciigi un vinji izbauda un indulgo tajaa faktaa, ka vinjiem par to ir taisniiba, paradoksaali, jo tas ir vieniigais par ko atlicis par ko priecaaties.
bet ar gadiem cilveeki saprot, ka nekas nav ne melns ne balts, un viss ir acu priekshaa un iespeejas un atliek tikai izdomaat kaa un dariit, bet tad paarnjem bailes, un TRUST me, tas nav enjoyable, tas ir drausmiigi, its a trappy trap bailes, so nee, i don't enjoy it anymore.

ja, es saprotu, tākā teica soorens, ka anxiety is the dizziness of freedom

well es nezinu kas bija sorrens un vai vinjsh domaaja to pashu, its really beyond anxiety, bet jaa i should stop indulging in this

soorens bija eksistenciaalists ar dreamiest profila bildi. bet vinjsh atteicaas arii no dziives, vinjsh satika savu muuzha miilu, bet vinju speciaali pameta, jo negribeeja prieciigi dziivot, jo tad vinjsh nevareetu rakstiit savas eemo atklaasmes.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%B8ren_Kierkegaard

on the other hand, kad vairs nav cool options, tad ir lielāks miers un mazāk anxiety