Facundo Cabral is a visionary Gautemalan poet. This passage is excerpted from here.
SEED QUESTIONS FOR REFLECTION: How do you relate to the notion that losing something is impossible? Can you share a personal story of a time you did something for love instead of obligation? What helps you stay aware that distraction is at the root of depression?
Losing something is impossible, it is only a matter of our perspective of seeing things differently of what is left over what is lost. There were times of my life I lost my pride when I got a child out of wed lock and raised him alone. Thereafter I was criticized, ashamed by my family, next thing that happened is I choose a guy to marry that in reverse they hardly disagree. But, I did this all out of love by standing of what I believe than seeing things that it is an obligation to follow what is right in their eyes. Life is a matter of perspective, seeing things according to your points of view. What keeps me away from depression is realizing that things happen naturally when even we are not aware or eventually know the result may come. There is no such thing as losing, only gaining what is left and what is already there. Life is beautiful.
God Bless!
When we live without claiming proprietorship over anything,emptying our self every day ,every moment of this wrong concept then we may see interdependence of all existence at that state we have the opportunity to make right choce.
When I first read this, I immediately recalled a Prince Ea video that I recently watched, which can be found here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykvC3QXJb18
It seems that much of what is written about in this passage causes sadness, and I'm not sure that sadness is depressions equal. To me, depression stems from a feeling of hopelessness. I've certainly had my share of sadness, as we all have. I'm not so sure that I would classify any periods of my greatest sadness as depression, though. I've known several beings, including family members, friends, and students, who have died by suicide. To me, this is the pinnacle, or maybe depth is a better word, of depression. To not know the kindness, love and compassion that others have for you; to not know the beauty that you have to offer the universe; to not feel meaning in your life...that, to me, would be depression.
Another way of re-stating this is that life is offering sufficiency at every turn for the task at hand. Our distractions keeps us unaware of the underlying ebb and flow, and never quite clear enough to know our purpose in the moment because of the momentum of the past or the grasping for the future. We experience that dissipation and energetic gap as depression. For all those who face some form of clinical depression, the question I hold is whether depression preceded thought, did thought precede depression, or do they arise together and support one another? Do we believe what we experience, or do we experience what we believe? I suspect that getting to the bottom of these questions will create the space and energy to rise from the downward spiral we experience in depression.