Reply #6: All the time. That's why I like literature and music. [View All]

[Nikia]

They aren't always "me" but how much I like a writing or pieve of music often has to do with how much I related to it emotionally. That's what art does for me.
The novel that comes to mind right now that was "me" is Anna Kareina by Leo Tolstoy. I don't relate to Anna much as I think she is responsible for her on undoing even though her lover was a major jerk. The character that I related to more was Levin the happy husband and farmer (minor land holding noble) who wanted to kill himself because life lacked meaning for him. I did not cry when Anna killed herself. I cried when I read the lines that went something like this: "Some days these thoughts were so bad that he had to hide the rope to prevent him from hanging himself, but he did not hang himself or shoot himself. Instead, he went on living.
Strangely, I was not depressed at that moment. Am I depressed in general? Ask me when it is not winter. Life has to have a bigger meaning for me though to be worth living. Fortunately, there are those things.