Hello, everyone. As you guys know, I am from NYC and live very close to Manhattan, one of the busiest place in the world. Whenever I walk around in Manhattan, I sometimes look around people to see just how many people look so happy, full of life and are in love of life. I certainly see some people with gloomy, depressed looks, some people with no facial expressions but many people who are smiling, having fun with friends and seem really energetic and enjoying living life. Which makes me wonder, "There are 6.8 billion people in this world. I am like an ant on a football field. Why on earth was I born with depressed brain that affects so many facets of life? It makes my life hell because every day requires herculean efforts. Why can't I just be one of those numerous happy people who love and enjoy life?" I want to enjoy life, too like many people in this world. Of course, I want to stand out in my career, date and marry a woman I love, meet interesting people, and be happy and content. I want to fit in to this society. I don't deserve any credit for saying this. But I don't smoke, drink, do drugs or have sex. I fought hard to steer clear from those temptations. Yet, I couldn't steer clear from chronic, severe depression. Why? What did I do so wrong in current or previous life to deserve this?