One of the worst things about depression is that, in my experience, few people believe it’s actually legitimate. Sure, it’s trendy now to equate depression with an affliction affecting some other part of the body, like cancer, but skepticism or outright disbelief are the most common reactions I’ve experienced. Most seem to believe that one just needs to “snap out of it” or “buck up” or “get busy” to overcome it, but that’s rarely ever helped me.
Nor is it “laziness.” I have been anything but lazy my entire life: I earned my BA degree from a prominent California state university in five years while working full-time, my law degree from an ABA law school in downtown San Francisco in four years while working full-time and, after passing the bar exam on the first attempt, have worked full-time-plus as an attorney ever since. Yet depression has been a part of my life – and often debilitating – for as long as I can remember, certainly since middle school.
“What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?”
(Hamlet, Act III)
You cannot have love in your life if you allow your egoic mind to convince you that you are better or worse than anyone else. Love absolutely requires that you honestly look upon others – your mate in particular – as your equal, not as your slave or your master. There are no exceptions.
Watch your thoughts carefully. They create your reality.
We often hear the expression, “Jesus died for you.” If true, and I believe it is, in what sense did he die for us?
Did he die as a blood sacrifice to redeem us from the penalty of sin? No, I can’t accept this for numerous reasons I don’t care to explain here.
I believe he died to show us that death has no hold over any of us.
Why would he do this?
Well, if our greatest fear – death – is just an illusion, then what further excuse do we have not to live deliberately and authentically, in accordance with our own values, instead of simply blindly following the values of the insane culture we live in?
The best things in life aren’t things.
Life has no intrinsic meaning to me – at least none that I’ve yet been able to discern. What is meaningful in life can only be found in the mind of the beholder.