Originally Posted by twassington:
“I think the problem is with depression that you don't perceive the beauty any more. I've never suffered from it myself, but my late partner did to a terrible degree and often he could find pleasure in nothing. I'd say let go, step back, look at it a different way....and then sometimes I'd see the light come back into his eyes, at least for a short time.”
oh yes i know that, but i also know fro experience, if you make a determined effort it's there whether it's in a tiny flower growing out of concrete or a bee landing on a flower for a nosh or a kind gesture there is infinite beauty around us but sometimes you have to actively look for it rather than wait for it to come to you. For some beauty can be a perfectly rolled cigarette or the perfect cup of tea it sounds like hippy bullshit but when you start actively looking for the good stuff you see more of it than you thought there was. I'm convinced that it was this actively seeking the positive that kept me alive when everyone thought i was a goner. Even at my illest the nurses in hospital would fight over who was going to do my dressing changes with all the attendant horror and gore because they were the "most fun"

laugh it up with planets's hole