There was a time when my heart would race with joy when, for example, my art received accolades, and I would be inconsolably crushed for weeks after the death of a loved one. Now, both extremes of emotion are almost completely numb. This poem is about the paradox of feeling
depressed about the deadening of emotions, comparing the experience to a newly deaf person slowly forgetting what music sounded like.
I think this weakening of emotion with age might be a normal form of habituation
, which refers to “a decrease in response to a stimulus after repeated presentations.” What do you think? Please share your thoughts.