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leisure (having no time for it)


I often think about this poem, as in away I think its about me.

Leisure What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this is if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

I often have no time to stand and stare, no time for anything, but work and sleep.

William Henry Davies or W. H. Davies was a Welsh poet and writer. Davies spent a significant part of his life as a tramp or hobo, in the United Kingdom and United States, but became one of the most popular poets of his time. The principal themes in his work are observations about life's hardships, the ways in which the human condition is reflected in nature, his own tramping adventures and the various characters he met. Davies is usually considered one of the Georgian Poets

Today is one of those days where I wished I could stand and stare, be full of care,

instead am here down and depressed wishing I could do something, waiting for something good to happen, being more positive, instead of always negative, nothing good ever happens to me, my life is so negative, I have no time for me, no time to be free, no time to stand and stare.

Again this sums things up for me

Why am I ashamed? I’ve got nothing to hide. Why is it a secret? It’s just a different side. This constant feeling of numbness, is hindering my life, The sharp pains in my chest, cutting like a knife. The questions and frustration, the never ending tears, The sense of being lost, just emphasizing my fears. Staring at the ceiling, the time just passes by, Why oh why won’t my body, respond to anything I try? I admit I’ve got depression, that and anxiety too, But really if you look, I’m still the same as you. Don’t think of me as different, just smile and be kind, I’m still who I was, just trapped inside my mind. Why should mental health, be a whispered conversation? The time has come at last, to discuss it as a nation. Together we’ll break down, the stigma and misconception Together we’ll show pride, for having beaten depression.

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I am sending you love and healing, it sure is a lonely journey, and heybwe are still here, I shared my story with strangers on holiday, and my last sentence was, I am still here, I still get up every morning and smile xxx

Is there anything good that you could attempt in your life? Maybe you're afraid or worried about rejection. I don't know

I’m sorry you feel as if “nothing good ever happens” to you.

If you feel this way, perhaps you could offer to volunteer at a place where YOU could make “something good happen” to someone else?

I’ve done this and to be honest helping people who have it worse than me really helps! There are lots of places to begin looking for who needs volunteers, a hospital, any place of worship or check with your city’s homepage.

Hope you feel better soon!

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