DEALING WITH DEPRESSION IN LIGHT WAYS

Life in the days of this millenium is studded of somany pains and hurts, you go through the week with a heart pounding and ramshackled, stress is what drives our racing thoughts.
This starts from our very families, the poor crib we live in, mothers stepping on daughters shoes, fathers stepping on their sons toes. life screws us all!
  a little tear accompanies us through the nightmare, we gnash, hold our lips in a tight grip,burning from the inside of our thoughts. "i hate you" always come afterward, against those hard-shelled hearts who care little about how we feel. they give out no damn to the pains in our hearts. that is a given, that is life.
However though we accept those negative intimidations, thoughts and feelings, our very healthy emotions are what is murdered before our own eyes...silly? it is even with our very help.
  But then what do we do about it, what are we doing to help it go down?
been touched by experiences i have been abled to device effective ways of controlling the poor proviso.
this involves first the hooks of depression and hurts on our hearts. these are:
a. Self Denial
b. Mental passivity
c. Dependence
d. Holding Time as Scapegoat

facts or fiction-it lies without a true frame.with might but it will manage into the heart of man on a broad space of a pathway...that these eyes as starry as it glitters. lamb of the soul in the voice of holy scriptures. shall see no pictures. not even a ray of light. that those limbs stronger than a bone-rollers to the adventurers train would engrave the dusty earth one tragic hour not anymore. when the face will grow wrinkles at the end...cease the day the poet would say now the walls can send back the echoe of your questions. do something!.

Letter To The Adventurer.

when the world give you ears... if it is to be a question hanging in the court of humanity. how do you respond to: what have you to say when the world give you ears?. when you in so great a measure owe the posterity-the young dreams...A STORY.To the try-so-hard personaliti es. rowing in the swamp of despair.embracing failure thereafter as fate. would you be of confidence to say ''when i was there...'' to the adventural world looking for the slightest priviledge of making parallel ends meet. at least as a guidlight? ...memories save lives...you and i as student of this.observing the steps of this sick world have seen in the big picture the image of ill-motivation and failure. this as a nightmare has kept for long our societies ramshackled in the darkness of fear and hoplessness. The heart of our youth no longer make trouncing impulses but rather beat faintly.their minds as boards. gives background not anymore to visions of the good~life. rather again reflects but dull portraits of life-is-unfair. what is in for me through this life?. what does the future hold in store for us? these so many questions on their minds and forever they would be. when they dont reshape their faith in the struggle. if we dont stop these streets from looking at the future from the peripheral yesterday not as a store of hope for the wretched mankind. it lies into our own hands. the destiny of the unborn child. what are you doing in the purpose of your creation?.worthy of emulation. the rose blooms in its season yet withers down in the scorching sun. ALAS!. perhapse it exemplifies the days your youth.