Feeling sad? Down bad and it is finally affecting your mood?

Chronically depressed, medicated, and still sad?

Feeling dead inside? Like the world already ended, yet you keep going?

We welcome you. We are here for you. We are all the same, down to the bone.

     Tis a cruel joke that a smile is permanent to our skulls. Even a toothless grin shows the emotion that can be so hard to truly find. The human experience has come a long way from survival to our present day motivators. We no longer worry about our health, job, or even living like we once did. We have come to a stage in our social evolution where happiness is not the outcome of a “job well done”; happiness is the elusive goal each of use strive to find. Our society has been flipped on its head. Gone are the simple days of finding the prime emotion of joy through simple everyday tasks.

     What do we do from here? With this realization I write this simple literary piece. A kind of manifesto, or roadmap, of sorts. A direction for the directionless. A hope. A prayer that those who feel tossed aside by life can come together. Create something beautiful and fun for all to witness. Turn that frown… into something more real… possibly even more sad than a crying skull.

     The crying skull is the image in my mind that haunts me since i lost a close friend. Random acts occur everyday. Some save; some take. They all happen regardless of an individuals power or knowledge. I want those reading this to close their eyes and imaging this scene:

          There was a man in love. Digging a hole for himself. While digging this whole he cried. Hours past. The man found himself waist deep in mud and muck… his tears had filled the hole he had been working on. He sees a skull within the tears. This skull was also crying; crying blood. The man asked the skull why it cried too… was it not already loosed from the mortal toil. “No”, the skull responded, “my toil began the moment i started digging my own hole. Now i try to fill the holes left by others… hoping to stop them with my tears… sadly most drown.” The man takes a look around at the mix of his, and the skull’s tears. It was now up to his armpits. The man hurries to swim out of the hole he had dug for himself. Once out of the hole he looks at the skull. “What now?” The skull changed and let out… a smile? “Throw me back, for my time was already done. Now go live yours, and always remember: you can swim out on the same tears that are drowning you. Out of your hole of despair.”

     Let me be this skull to you all, and in turn may you be the same to others. Every down we have ever experienced was a hole. A hole either left in filled by another, or one we dig for ourselves. Kill your ego. Join the dead. Help others free themselves from their holes, and do not let them drown you again.

Feeling sad? Down bad and it is finally affecting your mood?

Chronically depressed, medicated, and still sad?

Feeling dead inside? Like the world already ended, yet you keep going?

We welcome you. We are here for you. We are all the same, down to the bone.

     Tis a cruel joke that a smile is permanent to our skulls. Even a toothless grin shows the emotion that can be so hard to truly find. The human experience has come a long way from survival to our present day motivators. We no longer worry about our health, job, or even living like we once did. We have come to a stage in our social evolution where happiness is not the outcome of a “job well done”; happiness is the elusive goal each of use strive to find. Our society has been flipped on its head. Gone are the simple days of finding the prime emotion of joy through simple everyday tasks.

     What do we do from here? With this realization I write this simple literary piece. A kind of manifesto, or roadmap, of sorts. A direction for the directionless. A hope. A prayer that those who feel tossed aside by life can come together. Create something beautiful and fun for all to witness. Turn that frown… into something more real… possibly even more sad than a crying skull.

     The crying skull is the image in my mind that haunts me since i lost a close friend. Random acts occur everyday. Some save; some take. They all happen regardless of an individuals power or knowledge. I want those reading this to close their eyes and imaging this scene:

          There was a man in love. Digging a hole for himself. While digging this whole he cried. Hours past. The man found himself waist deep in mud and muck… his tears had filled the hole he had been working on. He sees a skull within the tears. This skull was also crying; crying blood. The man asked the skull why it cried too… was it not already loosed from the mortal toil. “No”, the skull responded, “my toil began the moment i started digging my own hole. Now i try to fill the holes left by others… hoping to stop them with my tears… sadly most drown.” The man takes a look around at the mix of his, and the skull’s tears. It was now up to his armpits. The man hurries to swim out of the hole he had dug for himself. Once out of the hole he looks at the skull. “What now?” The skull changed and let out… a smile? “Throw me back, for my time was already done. Now go live yours, and always remember: you can swim out on the same tears that are drowning you. Out of your hole of despair.”

     Let me be this skull to you all, and in turn may you be the same to others. Every down we have ever experienced was a hole. A hole either left in filled by another, or one we dig for ourselves. Kill your ego. Join the dead. Help others free themselves from their holes, and do not let them drown you again.