And then the change

And then, things change.

A friend comes along and reminds me that things are alright. That the place where I'm at is not really that bad, and I end up realising it's all in my head.
The way I perceive things and the way I see other people, and the way I end up feeling too. It's all down to a choice made by myself. Consciously or, in most cases, unconsciously.

It all changes according to my feelings on that moment. Feeling sad because of something? Like, say, the end of holidays? Chances are that most things around me will seem dull. It's all about projections. Projecting the way you feel onto the things or people around you.

I think it makes us feel more comfortable when we project our feelings onto the things around us.

We live in extremes.

We sometimes have one of those mornings where we wake up extra-emotional, where we feel happy and pleased with the world. Life is beautiful and magical, full of mysteries and great things waiting to happen! Oh how lucky we feel to be alive right then! How excited!
We look out through our window and we smile, almost tearful, to the people walking on the street under this beautiful shiny sun. They all seem such wonderful and complex creatures, a masterful expression of the greatness in Nature.
Why, of course we feel happy. How could we not?

I feel happy, therefore I attribute enormous value to all the things around me.

And then we have darker moments. And life doesn't seem that great anymore. Or mysterious, or magical either.
In these moments, life doesn't seem complex at all. It's simple, it simply sucks.
Everyday's the same, we think. And everyday will be the same, forever and ever. Because this world is a bloody living toilet and nothing ever changes.
And the people, man... the people. Could there be more disgusting creatures on Earth? I mean, hell, why don't they all just freakin disappear? All of them. In fact, better yet, why can't I just disappear? "Please", we beg, "whatever is up there or out there, pleeeeease make me disappear off the face of this hell-hole", we ask a God we never believed in.

I feel miserable, therefore it is much easier for me to think that everything around me is bad. This makes me think I am right in feeling miserable, since the world and everything out there is so depressing.
I feel comfortable in knowing that there is no other way to see life, because I "know" life sucks. Why would I try to be reasonable and try to be happy when everything around me is a disgrace?
No way. I am fine the way I am feeling now, miserable. And if anyone disagrees, well, what was I expecting from people anyway?

There. Mood changes explained.
Wouldn't it be so easy if I could just remember this at all times? So that when I'm feeling depressed, I remember that I am somehow creating that reality. And that I can, at those moments, easily fall into perceptions that are distorted. These perceptions will help me sink further into that sadness and, let's admit, it is a rather comfy feeling, that one.