There is no book with answers was my conclusion after some more wandering around in the world of possible cures for depression and the closely related feeling of…why?
We often think, as people, that life is endless.
If the truth is a circle and I can only see one part of it, and I realize that, I than cannot proclaim to know
I stand for a wall. Left and right infinitely long. I look up, looking for the edge. Infinite far away, I do not see it,