I was five, I thought there monsters lived under the bed or in the closet. Now, I know the monsters live in my head and other people's heads. One friend battles depression and it's a common theme of people I meet. There's a debate, endless, but, I couldn't be helpful to others if I lived inside myself. The things that use to scare me, don't scare me anymore. I'm wonderous ( I move within them with curiosity), when I have nightmares. I wonder at things like books and coffee shops and woods... I I take in the mystic nature. I daydream about times gone by, like history stories. I like to imagine that I'm from the 1920s or 30s, a time of big band and jazz. I enjoy The Beatles. I get lost in a good book. I take time for music. I haven't found my mission but, I have a feeling it's just beyond the horizon. I've been told I have an unlikely sort of optimism that isn't found too much in people my age. I've been labeled childish, only because older people often leave their mystical quality and forget about magic and wondering. In other words, these people forgot how to dream and creativity. Without these things the world becomes bland. I believe this is depression- loss of purpose, personality, humanity, creativity, spirituality, the magic in life and love, and ultimately our interpersonal connections with people and God. If we ever find ourselves in that place, we must remember these things are only for a time. We must remember, we do not live forever on this Earth, in this dimension. There are beautiful things. I do not know what may come of me in the next life but, I do not want to hurt myself on this one. So, I will try to see beyond the world society gives me ( stripping off the masks and labels) and wake up every morning believing in the new day. I will fall in love, first with myself. I try to do something that matters. I will try to make things and people better than I found them. I am allow to enjoy myself.
