My Own Point of View
In my quiet moments I allow myself to fully entertain my own thoughts. I
learn and grow in layers. When I have come finally to decode what feels
like garbled data and to understand more clearly what I am seeing,
feeling and hearing, then I am ready to move through another layer. Some
days, learning how to live feels like too hard a struggle, but then I
consider the alternatives - living a hollow and meaningless life,
wasting or even resenting life, living stupidly and blundering
mindlessly along, living only on the surface, never letting anything or
anyone really touch or move me is certainly no easier. When I consider
the alternatives, it puts the struggle in perspective; I understand why
I carry on.
The struggle is worthwhile.
We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a
journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which
no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we
come at last to regard the world.
Marcel Proust
Your words have helped me and my best friend through some very difficult times. Having lived - I use the term losely- with depression, feeling an observer in this life, I now am engaged with the moment. What I was doing before wasn’t living but merely inhaling and exhaling. Thank you for taking me out of the shadows and into the light.