When I first heard the news that Stephen Hawking was dead, it almost felt like a shockwave hit me. He was 96 years old.
He was the most incredible scientist the world has ever seen. Why? The answer is clear: he was something called an Astrophysicist. A scientist.
An astrophysicist is a scientist that looks up into the stars. It doesn’t matter when, or where. The stars were mystifying at night. So beautiful, so many things to constantly count. Until one day, those stars went dark.
When Stephen Hawking was born, he was a visionary. Sure, the kids picked on him, called him a nerd. In fact, it didn’t bother him at all. For he had a dream in his head that he couldn’t stop seeing. When you dream, anything is possible in your head. You imagine things, daydream, and the ideas simply come to life.
I’m a writer. Not that it matters, but just like Stephen Hawking, I had a dream. One thing we have in common is that we are extremely shy people. You’ve seen those nerds before. Always wearing black, making ugly faces, but no one knew that someone out there was secretly, secretly judging them. Jealously? Hah! I think not.
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We all know sadness one way or another. We’ve witness sadness in many ways, whether it was a loss of a friend or a loss of a family member. Not only through grief do we experience deep emptiness in our bodies and souls, but through anything that can trigger a tear or two–a piece of music, something that someone says, a certain smell that reminds you of your past lover–pretty much anything.
I have a brother that suffers through sadness daily. He’s the baby of the family and happens to live in a household full of introverts when he himself is an extrovert. He complains of the lack of going out making him feel down, and often. I try taking him out once in a while, but once in a while isn’t enough. His sadness runs deeper, however. It’s not just the lack of activity in his life that’s making him sad, but, he lacks confidence in himself. He believes to be ugly, has never had a girlfriend and doesn’t have any friends that are willing to spend time with him after school.
He’s rather lonely and anxious. His sadness runs deeper still. Not only does he yearn to run free in the world, lack the esteem that he would want, and suffer loneliness at its core, he’s in the grief of our mother that passed about 10 years ago now. Thus, this emotion he is feeling is not sadness, but depression.
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