'And', And Nothing More
like getting to the top of a mountain
and expecting a revelation
only to find yourself out of breath
dazzled by the sights
but awaiting an emotion that never comes
like seeing a pretty painting
but wanting a movie
even your daydreaming
suffers from insomnia
in the shadow
of expecting 'and'
when the sentence ends
-JB 07/29/11
As a reader of this continually unfolding manuscript of greatness, I hereby notify you that class is in session.
I've been told that depression runs in my family, and, truth be told, I've seen some evidence to support the assertion. I must admit, though, I don't really "get" depression, at least not in the way others seem to describe it. I mean, I understand it cognitively, and I've experienced it intermittently - as have all people. For me though, it is like a dream. I'm sad, but I feel disconnected from it until it, eventually, passes. It doesn't define me and I would distinguish between being depressed, and feeling depressed.
Whatever the source, depression seems generally related to the most basic of philosophical questions - the meaning of life, one's purpose, why am I here.
Let's explore that for a moment. I exist.
My existence consists of who I am and the actions I take.ex·ist - verb1. to have actual being2. to have life or animation3. to continue to be or live
Whether you choose the high road or the low road, both will have forks. We can''t choose when and where we encounter them, but we can choose which direction to go.
Class dismissed.
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