It always felt more, to me, about the weight of life. Not letting the pressure of it grind you down. There seems to be two points of view, a person who has let life crush him and the narrator trying to provide a counterpoint.
While I do not have it, despite what my shrink thinks, it seems to me that the difference between depression and a general sense of ennui is that one is 'only as true as we would believe' and the other is a metal illness that requires professional attention.
It always felt more, to me, about the weight of life. Not letting the pressure of it grind you down. There seems to be two points of view, a person who has let life crush him and the narrator trying to provide a counterpoint.
While I do not have it, despite what my shrink thinks, it seems to me that the difference between depression and a general sense of ennui is that one is 'only as true as we would believe' and the other is a metal illness that requires professional attention.