/lit/ - Literature

I don't see a way out from this current path of life. Everything I consume, from literature to movies, are riddled with characters of asocial traits and bitter atmospheres. I don't personally enjoy facing this side of the human spirit: it fills me with dismay to see the sheer vastness of each and every person's displeasure. In this sense, as well as many others (including physical), I loosely practice mortification of the flesh, although I am not yet a believing man. It certainly doesn't help that everyone in my childhood had penchants for melancholy and hatred of others, either --- just made all these sentiments more entrenched in my mind, to the point where there is no other way of perceiving reality. I am stuck wrestling with the angel for as long as I live, and I do not know what to do other than continue doing this.