I watched a documentary called *Three Heroes of Shenzhen* before, and there was a detail mentioned: there was a so-called “stuck-on” big shot who, in the end, starved to death in his own rented room. When I finished watching it, I only felt that it was absurd and heartbreaking, and I thought it was because this person had been lazy to the extreme, which is why he ended up like that.

Just now, I suddenly understood another possibility: maybe that state wasn’t laziness at all. Maybe depression had reached a physical level so severe that the person had lost the ability to move—so even the most basic survival action, like “getting up to grab something to eat,” became impossible. To outsiders, it looks like someone lying there and not moving, as if they’ve given up on trying. But for the person living through it, it might already be a bottomless pit where they couldn’t even find the strength to save themselves.

When I think about it that way, and then look back at people who have been stuck for a long time in environments of poverty where they can’t see any way out, it feels even heavier. When life has been pressing a person for so long that there’s almost no buffer space left, even basic survival instincts can be completely crushed by that kind of pressure.

So honestly, it really makes me feel that if you’re still struggling near the survival line, it’s worth thinking much more carefully before bringing a new life into an environment like that.

This isn’t about judging anyone from a moral high ground. It’s hoping that more people can first take care of themselves before making this kind of decision.