My musings.........my thoughts.........my self
i know .. :/ i understand.
Luckily, so far, I've never challenged the fluffy-tailed rats. I just get to sit back and chuckle about it all. Thankfully, too. I'm sort of on their side.
Foam, thought you might.Doom, the squirrel illustrates the feeling of trying over and over and over and not getting good results.Then it asks itself, do I figure out another way or just stay here?Mixing life and depression makes one weary. (at least that's one possible interpretation.)
I can buy that. And you know I understand that side of things. I'm still on the squirrels side. *laughs*
If depression did not have its uses the human mind would be incapable of finding it to define it. I count the depression as time to rethink things from a different viewpoint.Now to the Haiku--I am fortunate because what I never had can not slip away.
Mark, sometimes I question the value of sanity.
@the walking man,Yeah? But someone good at the art could make an excellent haiku poem out of that sentiment. I find humor in both notions. As for depression, perhaps it provides the humility needed to look at things differently? Mine is literally corporeal, but it works the same.
Jean:Sanity's a game best played on a level field. Well played...Rafa
Rafa, so, if everybody's crazy the odds are better? ha. Perhaps I should learn to enjoy my insanity.
Jean, my sweet morsel of fermented cheese, everyone IS flip'n nuts! Those that wrap themselves in the facade of sanity, will always slip and slide. Love your inner oddness, allowing it to bloom, you'll quickly find the slope's not steep, nor the sh*t too deep.SMILE...that's what crazies do--Rafa
hehe...I like the way you think.
You sure are quiet. Anyway... remembered an old tune I hadn't heard in a bit. Thought you might enjoy it too? Hopefully it's the thought that counts.
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