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 The GLASS BOX
I truly believe certain depressives sense a peculiar, underlying realm to the universe that "regular people" cannot quite fathom. I believe these depressives feel things so utterly deeply they cannot express them in words, but instead internalize them.
There is such inexplicable beauty they see and feel all around them and it is so intensely moving, like an undercurrent that carries their spirits. At times, such beauty renders them speechless and motionless because it completely overwhelms them.
But it is like being in a glass box. And just outside the box, you see the wind gently blowing the petals of a breathtakingly fragile yet defiant flower, as well as the trees and grasses rustling as the uplifting breeze passes by. You see with fierce intensity just how lovely is the sun beaming on the shimmering surface of the water, showering the earth with its life-giving light and warmth.
But this wind, this light, this LIFE ~ you cannot be a part of it, or truly feel the wind in your hair, or the sun on your face ~ because you're in the glass box. You're trapped with no way out. You know the wind and the sun and warmth and beauty are all around you because you see them with such depth and appreciation, but you cannot feel them. You see ALL of it all the more intensely ~ *because* you cannot be a part of it.
This is the tragedy that leads to such desolation. You throw yourself against the unyielding box, devoid of warmth or light or companionship, with the desperate hope of breaking free so you can immerse yourself in this achingly beautiful world you see all around you. Yet you utterly despair... because your efforts are in vain.
~caile~
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