[b]Jasmine Warga
Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.[/b]
Let’s file this one under, “no maybe about it”.
You’re like a grey sky. You’re beautiful, even though you don’t want to be.
Unless of course grey is your favorite color.
Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there’s nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.
Not even God?
Depression is like a heaviness that you can’t ever escape. It crushes down on you, making even the smallest things like tying your shoes or chewing on toast seem like a twenty-mile hike uphill. Depression is a part of you; it’s in your bones and your blood.
That’s a start anyway.
I once read in my physics book that the universe begs to be observed, that energy travels and transfers when people pay attention. Maybe that’s what love really boils down to–having someone who cares enough to pay attention so that you’re encouraged to travel and transfer, to make your potential energy spark into kinetic energy.
Or, sure, maybe not.
Life can seem awful and unfixable until the universe shifts a little and the observation point is altered, and then suddenly, everything seems more bearable.
I’ll let you know if – when – that ever happens to me.