Many times, when I have been amongst a group of people, some will remark that I look "unhappy". Unless it was a truly boring meeting, I was usually just immersed in my own sweet thoughts.
I like to go deep. Think deep, love deep and hurt deep. It's tempting to want to skip the hard stuff, the flinch of feelings of humiliation or sadness.
Most introverts get this right. We are willing to touch the tender spots because we know that to acknowledge these fontanel's of pain is to heal them. Ignoring these softs spots leaves us open to be bruised over and over.
On the surface, it may look like we are in despair but it's usually the opposite. Our faces may contort because inside we are vanquishing the psychological beasts that plague us all. Often these skirmishes are not won on the first try.
It may take several attempts, slow walks out in nature, a long talk with a trusted friend and then: victory.
The prize is wisdom. The willingness to face what bothers us helps to form the protective sheath that covers our soft spots. Widsom makes us stronger.
Melancholia was once considered a disease by ancient Greeks which was an affliction described as being dominated by dark moods.
Renaissance philosophers, however later suggested a new interpretation for melancholy as:
Going deep uncovers the good stuff. The novel whose words stay with us long after having read it, the work of art that takes our breath away, the surgeon who deftly sews our mother back together, a musician who touches our soul with beautiful sound or the grandfather, who lovingly packs his granddaughter's lunch and teaches her compassion.
Never be afraid to go deep.
I'd love to hear about the ways in which you go "deep". Tell me, in the comments below.
All my best,