the beauty in sadness

A mysterious thing, our lady sadness. We all run from her, seek her opposite, and fear her gentle presence. Waiting for the day when the world hands us happiness. But maybe it won’t. And I don’t think I mind. I welcome sadness. In fact, it is more than ok. Being sad is really quite wonderful. This sadness brings a new intensity, a level of human consciousness that makes us create. Call us creators tragic, if you will. Pathetic and mentally ill. But the sad ones live a rich and evolving life. We weep, we change, we create. A process that has withheld the test of time. Sadness comes from deep parts in our bones, that’s why she rattles us so hard. She comes from people who left us, who scarred us and even the people we have hurt ourselves. She can come from regret. From not saying sorry, or apologizing when you didn’t mean to. Sadness can come from checking your bank account. From dropping your popcorn all over the floor. From missing something you never had.
Her lovely presence needs no excuse, no embarrassment and does not need a quick fix. She can consume and we can cry and cry and cry again. Rattling, shaking, evolving and being. Live on, being intense and sad beings. A sadness that will force you to grow. Force you to fail and force you to create. To create things out of your comfort zone, in your comfort zone, and things for those people you never said sorry to. For the people you miss. She walks us through the toughest moments in our life. Sadness walks us through death, until death. She hides herself and does not interfere, but comes out when we need her most.

She has been there for me for every lonely cup of tea I’ve had. Into pages of books of stories that were not my own. Through late sleepless nights and bad hair days. Sadness, is a dear, dear friend of mine. She forces me to fail, to be beautiful, to radiate even brighter.  I love you sadness. XOXO