I am depressed.
I tell myself that I shouldn’t be depressed.
I want to sell myself on this because I have what most people would love.
Yet I am depressed.
I choose to look at why – and it’s because I am not doing everything I am meant to do here in this life.
Except I catch myself because I have been working at it.
Except I have not yet re-launched what I have been doing.
So my work is not being shared with others.
But is it the work or sharing of said work that I am meant to do here in this life?
Do I create for others?
Do I create for myself?
For the universe?
For the innerverse?
Then this thought cycle ends, and I depart the depression.
I am creating.