I saw a thing somewhere, a flier or maybe it was a TV ad -- yes, I guess it was a TV ad -- about depression. They had it illustrated like this, that the synapses in your brain were little ovals floating around and there were these energetic connectors between them.
When the connectors were minimal or falling off in number, the poor synapses didn't know what to do, so they became depressed. Rather, it'd be that your mind needs whatever activity they're doing to have its normal feeling. When the connectors were falling off, brain activity went into a funk, or something.
But whatever the medicine is for this restores or re-energizes them or counterfeits them well enough that your mind gets by. Like crutches for walking but it's all mental.
My mentality is very poor today, but I don't have any kind of medicine for such things. It's just a matter of suffer it -- and maybe enjoy it if I can -- and hope it gets better. It will.
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Fear and Patheticness
How to lose your fear and patheticness in a few minutes.
What's that creeping vine that wiggles through your system, giving you gray hair and age spots? It must have a name. Adam gave names to all the animals. And while it's not technically an animal, it's separate enough in your mind to have a name. Let's not worry about the name. The experts have a name for it and they have a program for either losing it or cashing in on your inability to ever lose it.
Patheticness is what I'm calling it, although the spell checker doesn't seem to think that's a word. It says it all. Fear and P. But there's a flash of insight that's always waiting for you to say, vamoose, be gone, ye dog. It's kind of like forgetfulness, then there's a flash of memory. All down, creeping, crawling, nastiness of mental baggage, eye baggage, taking over, letting you have it. And it you don't want.
You just need to suddenly realize a few things. One, you're alive and there's no apologies needed. Two, there's not really any separation from you and life itself, whatever life itself is. Three, the way you see your life is the result of thought. Change your thinking to celebrate the moment instead of dreading it. Seize on little things of delight, delighting in everything. Four, know that mentally all things are possible. This doesn't take all night, it's right this minute. I might think I need to pray all night like a monk in an attic. But the answer to your prayer is as close as right this second.
What's that creeping vine that wiggles through your system, giving you gray hair and age spots? It must have a name. Adam gave names to all the animals. And while it's not technically an animal, it's separate enough in your mind to have a name. Let's not worry about the name. The experts have a name for it and they have a program for either losing it or cashing in on your inability to ever lose it.
Patheticness is what I'm calling it, although the spell checker doesn't seem to think that's a word. It says it all. Fear and P. But there's a flash of insight that's always waiting for you to say, vamoose, be gone, ye dog. It's kind of like forgetfulness, then there's a flash of memory. All down, creeping, crawling, nastiness of mental baggage, eye baggage, taking over, letting you have it. And it you don't want.
You just need to suddenly realize a few things. One, you're alive and there's no apologies needed. Two, there's not really any separation from you and life itself, whatever life itself is. Three, the way you see your life is the result of thought. Change your thinking to celebrate the moment instead of dreading it. Seize on little things of delight, delighting in everything. Four, know that mentally all things are possible. This doesn't take all night, it's right this minute. I might think I need to pray all night like a monk in an attic. But the answer to your prayer is as close as right this second.
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