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The alien cage & the real trail

I never said "Goodbye" to depression. I just told it to hold. I just confined it in a cage. That cage is alien to me. Infact, I made it alien. Sometimes... at some very lonesome times I hear the depression screaming... screaming out so loud... screaming to be heard... to be felt... But I never dare to response to that complaining voice. I let it scream. Then it loses its entire energy after a specific time and sleeps inside that cage. But it doesn't sleep permanently... It wakes up.. wakes up very frequently. And I keep doing the same. Sometimes I make the cage heavier by throwing more weight into it. Well... The cage is strong and I guess I have to make it even stronger. Because I always have to keep the outer body stronger than the ingredients it carries inside.

Bigger reasons always dominate me. That's why I ignore those luxurious grieves. Well... the point is... I'm on a long trail of life. And I really don't have time for shits.

"Take a bow
To the simplest rules of life
Don't run after happiness
Don't wait for it

Don't even expect it

But yet never be hopeless

Just do what you have to do

Happiness will take a bow to you"

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  1. We all go through bouts of depression when life just does not make sense. I look around, count my blessings, thank God for the time He has given me and lift myself again. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

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  2. We have a pretty thing in common dear. I also think that way. I think of the blessings awarded to me by Almighty and then I realize I'm having a better life than million others!

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  3. It can happen we go through a depression but don't let this depression dominate your life. See the positive things and try to forget the bad moments.

    I wish you a happy New Year in good health and success in your writing

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  4. @Erik: Thanks for our words bro... Wish you a very happy new year!

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