As a child, I can’t recall what sadness really felt like. It was always buried inside trivial things that seemed so important at that time. It was always something that could be mended, or, at least, replaced…
As I grew up, I realized that only a few sadnesses haunt us for life, the rest are trivial. They are based on ‘things’ and ‘people’ that I clung to, for a limited period of time. Sadness now feels like suffocating and something intimidating. When I see people — older and sometimes younger — I want to feel the things they have been through or are undergoing.
I guess I am so busy complaining about the things in my life that I totally neglect others’ points and perspectives.
No matter how empathetic I want to be, I can only feel them if I know every damn slice of their mind.
So when I feel sad, there are two things I try to keep up with-
- It will pass… to the point that will become trivial. And one day, I will probably laugh at it or become so strong that I will eventually stop running and confront it.
- I am not the only one suffering. Some people need more help than I do and are doing just fine. I guess they are used to these little waves of sadness and happiness that one day I will realize too.