Despite my vast knowledge, occasions in which I lack knowledge of a specific concept arise frequently. Out of curiosity, I hit up a search on Google for ‘melancholy’, and the Princeton web dictionary gave the following answer:
a feeling of thoughtful sadness
characterized by or causing or expressing sadness; “growing more melancholy every hour”; “her melancholic smile”; “we acquainted him with the melancholy truth”
a constitutional tendency to be gloomy and depressed
black bile: a humor that was once believed to be secreted by the kidneys or spleen and to cause sadness and melancholy
somber: grave or even gloomy in character; “solemn and mournful music”; “a suit of somber black”; “a somber mood”
I guess that shows my point somewhat. Yes, what I am experiencing now is precisely melancholy, which was something I wasn’t aware of when I did the previous post.
Actually, I personally feel that I am somewhat freaky. Listening to 「夢の卵」 (橋本一子) at 1+ in the morning just doesn’t feel terribly right. And listening to songs like 「手のひらの夢」 (白鳥英美子)、「夢を過ぎても」 (有坂美香)、「あなたがいた森」 (樹海) don’t exactly raise one’s mood either.
People often have thought about returning to the past and restarting things over, but I must be one of those rare ones who ponder this every single day.
At the moment, I am also constantly thinking about several people. I have so many things I want to tell them, but due to various circumstances that is impossible. Sounds terribly anime-like, doesn’t it? For now I shall keep my silence, only to fear the distant possibility that either I or any of these people should leave, disappear or perish before I have had the opportunity to tell them my feelings. Not much of a choice again, is it?
Often, I feel so small. Comparing myself to people I truly respect and admire is usually a humbling experience. I often wonder what they regard me as. Friend? That’s nice, but I’m hardly worthy. Foe? Rival? That’s also a form of undeserved praise. An inferior? That is what I am, I can’t really complain about it. An equal? That’s wonderful, but then again I don’t deserve that. Perhaps all I really desire is simple acceptance; equality or nature of relationship are secondary concerns. Of course, knowing myself, I have failed in obtaining simple acceptance from all too many people.
Am I a failure? Certainly yes. Not a complete failure, perhaps, but enough of one to be ashamed about. Most times I try to desensitize myself to that feeling, but on late nights, alone in the silence of the night, that’s impossible, right?
Late nights are often times of reflection for me. Tonight is no different. And on tonight, more than ever, instead of a usual sense of serenity and calm that settles me, an acute loneliness seizes me. Am I truly alone? Perhaps not, but now it certainly seems so. Of course it’s my own fault, isn’t it? If there’s a single person I want to kill the most in this world, it would undoubtedly be myself.
Goals, ambitions, hopes. They exist only fleetingly and ephemerally for me. What use do I have for them? I am but a feather gliding along with the wind; I have no direction, nor the means to alter it. What does life hold in store for me? Suffering. Tears. Joy. Uncertainty. Honestly, I don’t give a damn.
Yes, I am not myself right now. Or is this my true self? I have no idea. Right now, perhaps the only thing I desire is to close my eyes and let the darkness that envelop me, never to wake again.