I am depressed.

I tell myself that I shouldn’t be depressed.

I want to sell myself on this because I have what most people would love.

Yet I am depressed.

I choose to look at why – and it’s because I am not doing everything I am meant to do here in this life.

Except I catch myself because I have been working at it.

Everything matters.

Except I have not yet re-launched what I have been doing.

So my work is not being shared with others.

But is it the work or sharing of said work that I am meant to do here in this life?

Do I create for others?

Do I create for myself?

For the universe?

For the innerverse?

Then this thought cycle ends, and I depart the depression.

I am creating.

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