my neighbour

I have a boy, who lives next door to me, who is always fooling around. He goes out a lot and I rarely see him at home. I didn't used to like him cause he does nothing but playing, drinking and gambling.
One day, I asked him why he played like that, why he didn't live in a serious way. He smiled and said it was his life.
Another day, I met him drinking. I sat next to him. I saw tears in his eyes. And he told me, he is tired of his life. People around him (even me) didn't even know what was inside his beautiful house. His family members had not talked to each other for years except when arguing. They had never eaten with each other. He didn't want to come back home because it was not home, it was hell. He had tried to fix his hell but he could not. I asked why he hadn't done somethings positive like studied harder to get a good job and have his own happy family. He said that choosing the bad things was easier than doing the right things and he was not strong enough to do it.

I don't dislike him anymore. But I hate it, the way he gave up. I don't think blaming him on this situation is right, but I don't live his life so maybe I couldn't think the ways he does.