I've noticed...
The way humanity thrives on depression.
When times are sad, the world falls madly in love with despair and clings to it like a fish out of water begging for one last drop.
What happened to the desire to live? To love? To breathe because the  oxygen invigorates you?
Man decays at the presence of joy. Why?
I once fell victim to the monster of misery.
We marvel at the melancholy melting away our hopes for ecstasy.
As we sit idly by, the fleeting moments of good never grace our beings.
Now that I'm in love, I loathe my past of taking pleasure in self-inflicted, nonessential, shallow, self-depracating, purposeless pain.
I'm happy. I feel it and I'm ashamed to share it and express it because of my former comfort in forlorn sadness.
Man must use every pulsing fiber, every flowing vein, every moving, living, breathing cell to escape this false sense of depressive contentment.
I've noticed...
There's life. And there's happiness to it. Find it.