Is it a sincere observation of reality or is it focusing on all the bad things and ignoring the good ones? I'm not denying a lot of horrible things happen in the world. They always have. People do cruel, horrible stuff to each other. There are natural and unnatural disasters all the time.

But on the other hand there are parents taking care of children, teachers giving students the love of reading, millions of people devoting their lives to fighting poverty and disease. New things are invented every day. And right now I have a cat who loves me enough to want to be close to me.

Depression creates a lense that screens out the good things and zooms in on the bad ones. But reality isn't all bad. It isn't all good either. But there is some good. I expect that's why people keep going, because of the good stuff. Even if it is something so small as another mammal making a connection with you.