The power of neuroplasticity

I came into this thing riddled with symptoms, you know–chronic insomnia, depression, hopelessness –just normal symptoms, you know… But when did symptoms become normal?

Brokenness is something we all know so well. We’ve built our lives on the foundation of our coping mechanisms; we’ve fashioned our existence around the masks we use to deflect the skeletons in our closets. We can barely imagine a life without these symptoms that it’s become a societal norm. We can barely imagine one day.

And yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me.