Until recently, I suffered from an extreme form of depression. As hard as I wished that I wasn’t enslaved by my own mind, I was uninspired to change until I made the acquaintance of a seemingly care-free, yet compassionate soul. Unbeknownst to him, I tried to follow his example and left the confines of my head to pursue happiness and, ultimately, my own liberation. Psychiatrists had tried to provide me with tricks to keep me busy until I inevitably reached some kind of end, but they were just pathetic attempts to supplement for the things I didn’t know I wanted. But there is no supplement for a friend, this I believe.