I was not depressed
I was exhausted
And furious
I was not depressed
I was ineffably sad and defeated
I was not depressed
I was lacking in vitality and direction
I was not depressed
I was grasping for answers into my own mortality and reason for being
I was not depressed
I was deeply fearful that my recidivism would extend for eternity
And I would have to live in an eternally circular pattern
Where I thought I was growing
But in fact I was not
Because again and again I returned to the fundamental underpinnings of my very nature
And found myself lacking
But I was not depressed
And I am not
Depressed
*anyone who thinks and reflects and aspires to be a better human being will from time to time come across the reality that we are fooling ourselves
But that is not a reason to cease to try and move into a deeper understanding of the motivations and inclinations of our soul
We are not supposed to change first
We are supposed to understand
First
Once your understand and love and accept the way you are
Change occurs naturally in the direction of a more advanced and mature soul
Most of us just have it backwards – and even now I probably do
The point is the journey – because that is all we ever have – by the time we reach the end, we are dead
And then – as some believe, the soul throws itself forward only to try
To strive
To evolve – not again
But further
Fabulous, that’s all, fabulous. Have reblogged ❤️
Thanks Rosie, I really appreciate that ❤️
Yes, so many times over.