Why are us poets so sad and depressed most of the time?

This has always been a question in my mind, one I havent been able to answer. I realise finally that a poet has feelings, s/he is familiar with words to the degree of sensitivity.. everything around a poet touches him/her.

We feel the pain..

We feel the joy..

We live your moments how you would sense them..

People think we are depressed.. deary.. boring..

But..

We live happiness and joy better than its owners..

And we heal surrow with softness no medicine could be compared to..

A poet spends his/her life feeling the world from intricate angles, from every perspective, through every dimension..

We as poets realise the errors on earth.. and see that nothing can remedy these errors.. nothing but words..

In words.. will every lover drown..

"God" by Gibran Khalil Gibran

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, Iascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master, I amthy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more."

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spokeunto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thoufashioned me and to thee I owe mine all." And God made no answer, butlike a thousand swift wings passed away. And after a thousand years Iclimbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, "Father, Iam thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through loveand worship I shall inherit thy kingdom."

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills hepassed away. And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and againspoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfilment; I am thy yesterday and thou art my tomorrow. I am thy root inthe earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun."

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness,and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, heenfolded me. And when I descended to the valleys and the plains Godwas there also.

"How i became a Madman" by Gibran Khalil Gibran

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, longbefore many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all mymasks were stolen -- the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in sevenlives ; I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,

"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-topcried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed myown naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my ownnaked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wantedmy masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are thethieves who stole my masks."

Thus I became a madman.

And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom ofloneliness and the safety from being understood, for those whounderstand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of mysafety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.

Freedom

Freedom is something beautiful, something that is not to be taken away, but to be given. Freedom allows you to explore life, to explore the world, to act as you want to, to be allowed to wander in any direction you wish without a restriction, withour a barrier, without any force holding you back.

Freedom means that there is no ruler or follower, no giver or taker, no king or commoner.. it means being a man that lives by his own rules, a man who has the choice to act as he wishes without a peripheral influence.

It is something to die for, something to achieve, something to live by, win by, feel by..

A free nation is able to prosper, to succeed, to develop and grow, to see healthy generations, and to bring giants into the world..

To mend hearts..

To unite hearts..

Freedom is life.