A lot of my bloggin’ buddies suffer from depression and other emotional challenges.
Like Picasso, I just have the occasional blue period.
We all do. In my book, it’s not always a bad thing. And apparently I’m not alone in thinking that it’s OK to be blue from time to time.
In today’s New York Times, there is an interesting article:
The article discusses the fact that, in today’s life, it seems we are all always expected to be happy. Cheerful. Perky.
“Bullshit,” the article states. Metaphorically, of course.
Whatever happened to experiencing the grace of melancholy, which requires reflection: a sort of mental steeping, like tea? What if all this cheerful advice only makes you feel inadequate?
I’m not, and the author is not, talking about clinical depression. Just the fact that sometimes, quiet sad reflection is a good thing.
We don’t all have to be perky all the time.