At the moment, as you've probably noticed, I'm going through a spell of being depressed. I couldn't really tell you why it is, but I believe it's just because I'm a coward, and that's what I keep bumping up against.
To be honest, I can't imagine how anyone could say ‘I'm weak' and then stay that way. If you know that about yourself, why not fight it, why not develop your character? Their answer has always been: ‘Because it's much easier not to!
Must I keep thinking about those other people, whatever I am doing? And if I want to laugh about something, should I stop myself quickly and feel ashamed that I am cheerful? Ought I then to cry the whole day long? No, that I can't do. Besides, in time this gloom will wear off.
Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually includes physical love. you've shared something, given something away and received something in return, whether or not you're married, whether or not you have a baby.