All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
This is a JRR Tolkien poem and I always found it very descriptive about hope and also entrepreneurship and creativity. I think part of depression hides in longing for something that we already know, that we have identified but cannot yet put in words or in rational thinking. Sometimes something hurts terribly but we have no means to name it, so it becomes a shadow, a hidden demon. That doesn’t mean it is unknown to us, only that we didn’t name it yet. Part of fighting against depression is gathering knowledge on those shadows and naming them. Sometimes we cannot clean them away but we could still invite them for a cup of coffee and a nice chat. I mean we can learn to live with those demons of our mind and imagination.
I had my dose of shadows today, I managed to work anoter 2 good hours so far and wasted anoter 6 so far too. I wonder why the hell is it that I cannot fully control my mind but after an outburst of impatience, I go back to my project, to writing, to the step by step technique/strategy/modus vivendi. I unleash JS Bach in all his glory and then I resume my quest for meaning.
Bilbo Baggins, you are the best…