Depression

Who have I let myself become in this boundless life of loss? My oldest friends are consumed by the never ending and uncompromising end of time so final. Those excellent memories and nights have all become sad because they never truly ended. All my stories half told and grand nights of adventure ended on for the sake of responsibility's priorities. There was a time in my life when I used to listen to my heart I would see so much beauty. When I embraced pain I would find potential to heal. I would embrace so much pain because the potential was always better. When the world slows down as it does it begins to feel as if we are waiting to die. For all of us there is that light that shines and we have to hold on for dear life. Let the loss and sadness in and feel the pain. That painful companion is wisdom to not be selfish. To welcome better days.