"I don’t want to be dismissive of others but it becomes clear as you gain experience that, while many people in life are embarked on lifelong journey of personal growth, others are quite happy to stick at the maturity of about the age of 22." *sight* I have been thinking the same; something a good friend of mine often says is that I experience everything so much more intensely, whether good or bad, that it is futile to expect to communicate my human experience with everyone. I think you are similar. Some people are just more sensitive and more melancholic and presumably is what drives us to write. But there are benefits to the capacity to feel great, lingering sadness. It signifies the capacity also to feel great, ecstatic joy. I cry often, but I also feel like I am high on drugs on nothing more than coffee and a good breakfast.
I certainly don't feel everything deeply, but there's a certain kind of autumnal sadness which creeps in pretty easily with me. But oddly it's all so intimately coupled with a love of life - I've said before that one of the ironies of recovering from depression is you move from 'Life is worthless' to 'Oh shit, life is great and I'll have to lose it'. I also unfortunately have that thing that when I'm enjoying something - a nice coffee on a sunny day for example - a voice in the head pipes up with 'This'll be over in a minute.' Like everyone, I imagine, I'm looking for immortality within life.
"I don’t want to be dismissive of others but it becomes clear as you gain experience that, while many people in life are embarked on lifelong journey of personal growth, others are quite happy to stick at the maturity of about the age of 22." *sight* I have been thinking the same; something a good friend of mine often says is that I experience everything so much more intensely, whether good or bad, that it is futile to expect to communicate my human experience with everyone. I think you are similar. Some people are just more sensitive and more melancholic and presumably is what drives us to write. But there are benefits to the capacity to feel great, lingering sadness. It signifies the capacity also to feel great, ecstatic joy. I cry often, but I also feel like I am high on drugs on nothing more than coffee and a good breakfast.
I certainly don't feel everything deeply, but there's a certain kind of autumnal sadness which creeps in pretty easily with me. But oddly it's all so intimately coupled with a love of life - I've said before that one of the ironies of recovering from depression is you move from 'Life is worthless' to 'Oh shit, life is great and I'll have to lose it'. I also unfortunately have that thing that when I'm enjoying something - a nice coffee on a sunny day for example - a voice in the head pipes up with 'This'll be over in a minute.' Like everyone, I imagine, I'm looking for immortality within life.
Pangou pangou pangou fishy in the sea. Oh, he's a little bear with a round tummy.
Little?