I suspect much of my depression is due to decreased endorphin levels from lack of exercise. I should really put more effort into working out on a regular schedule. The remainder is a result of my quest for truth, which is doomed to fail. I know what a good, full, happy life is. I know what pursuing it entails. I've even experienced it briefly from time to time. The problem is it requires living a lie. Truth is a vicious mistress who jealously refuses to be ignored. What's worse is that humans have no access to real truth in any meaningful sense of the concept. The best we can do is find consistent views that produce decent predictions most of the time. Of course this brings me back to a realization I had freshman year: a philosophy must be adopted which best explains and predicts, whether it is true or not. Currently, since I've done away with my flirtation with Utilitarianism, living by such a maxim is unacceptable. And the wheels continue to grind.

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