What I Was and Will Be

This picture relates to what it was like to be clinically depressed, compared to what it is like having emerged from clinical depression. The flower is a metaphor for beauty in life, and the bee is a metaphor for how things will turn out. Beauty is always around us, I just chose to ignore it, and concentrate on the negative aspects of life. I knew it was there, but I chose to look through it. There were no shades of grey for me... and the black outweighed the white. But now that I am no longer so depressed, where do I go? Do I concentrate on the sweet honey the bee makes... or the poisonous sting I risk by trying to get the honey.

 

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