Mark Twain's short story "The Five Boons of Life" has finally made sense to me. And it could not have come at a better time. My life is in turmoil right now -- lots of reasons -- and I am, (this is unusual for me) battling fits of depression.
Like everyone else, I've had short bouts with being depressed. I don't mean the sort of deep-rooted depression that needs clinical or medicinal attention. My past experiences with depression have been simple, brief moments. They were moments better characterized as disappointments or hints of sadness.