英文灌水日记 8月31日(4)
Any normal person, if remains in dire straits of depression, hopes himself get better as soon as possible and get back to a healthy state of career success and family happiness, but I am just the reverse. If I could make a wish, I am bound to hope that my illness will never be cured, because once it is done, I will have no other choice but to return to the group of normal majorities, as a follower of mainstream values accumulate money for house, spend it to upgrade my car and busy for a nine-to-five job, yet I, if break away from these things, can maximize my value when I am exposed to the group of depressive patients: to make speeches about my philosophical ideas among them, to write a few melancholic and lyrical pieces for them, to cultivate several adept piano players among them. Depression is a disease peculiar to the rich, that is to say one begins to meditate on the meaning of life when he need not worry about food, with these thoughts he strayed into a blind alley and then slipped into depression without consciousness. Therefore, Tulip is never running short of thinkers and philosophies who rack their brains for life, value and meaning. Everyone gave full consideration to life and read a large collection of spiritual books before illness. Only in this group I, a talented, educated and gifted man, am in line for a place for myself. Once I am cured and return to the group of normal majorities, I will have to repress my eagerness for wisdom and knowledge and face to face with the predicament of worldly things. So, I would rather be lashed one hundred times than to get my disease cured, only so can I stay in the depressive group, and only in this group can I find my meaning and value for existence.
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