I would argue the real luck was the depression lifting at a key moment in your life, and perhaps life circumstances that didn't stack up to reinforce it. I had

I would argue the real luck was the depression lifting at a key moment in your life, and perhaps life circumstances that didn't stack up to reinforce it. I had a tough start in mine (likely starting in childhood with trauma), and that issue worsened significantly through formative years of my life. It didn't ease up. As a young adult, being pretty ill and left untreated can reveal formidable powers of self-destruction. Luck was there however, in the form or only succeeding partially through the little talent or brains I had in between depressive oscillations. Eventually with the untreated illness however that too can reach its limits. Eventually I still got lucky again, in the form of meeting a couple people who love unconditionally and a therapist who jumped into the fray and was creative with meds. These days I can almost see what it might be like on the other side of the fog for others, and I agree with your post and attitude overall.. But I'm not surprised. Empathy isn't a muscle we all work reliably, and it can be hard to constantly see it and retain equanimity (especially having some for everybody, in or outgroups, self or others). With meds and therapy and work and time, I do think thatwith or without the depression, I can attempt to create my luck by living through principles that seed it. In my opinion those principles include living moment-to-moment lightly (some stoicism, some absurdist nihilism), and living moments profoundly in their value (anything is an opportunity, most things can be experienced deeply). A bit like a good boxer is light on their feet but heavy on the impacts.