The Passion of Sadness

Every college life gives birth to friendships. Or At least that’s what they say!

And, in this part of world, every parent compelled academic degree is essentially followed by the careers, the 20^th century invention of society. When it all happened to me, she was one of the few friendships survived.

But then in a while, my brain chemicals started reacting from bad to worse as my life had started drifting through some emotional storms. On many such “not-fine” days my replies were usually depressed to her infamous question - “How are you”.

Later during one phone call, she had lost her tolerance in hearing my ever saddening life, and so she suggested, “Well, you sound always miserable, and it’s boring. So get your sadness done before you talk to me again”. And that’s how sadness and I became aliens to some human beings. True story!

Eventually I made my choice up and it was to keep my sadness though it cost me some people. But then why did I make that choice?

Well, this may be because I couldn't bury sadness alive or the fact that it, being a parasite, needs my thoughts to survive all the time or the truth that it is a property of my DNA.

But after all, sadness is a logical emotion. Isn't it? And there’s an emotion that you can feel but still find it useless to share! Oh dear, what a shame! What a shame of being a living thing, let alone being the talking animal!

Indeed, Sadness isn't joyful. Sure, Sadness is not positive. But suffering is a natural fact of human existence and there’s no avoiding of the truth that sadness is part of life.

Wouldn't it be entirely wrong to refuse to face the fact that there are things fundamentally sick in life? And what’s better medicine than “a weeping on your mother’s lap” or “to get embraced in the arms of your loved one”.

Well, in sadness I find my arrogance disappeared, learning the grammar of love & support. Glad, in sadness I have no fantasy flying, accepting bitter truths and reality on life.

Yes, I might sound a little exaggerating here but those artists know what the emotion of sadness means, not probably those people who run after pleasures day in, day out.

Could the art be art, without an ounce of sadness? Yeah, it would be but just “an ink-filled paper of writing or a color-spilled board of painting or a noise-added tune of music or an organized crowd of movie play. Doubtless, they would all be fun but in the cost of imagination, thought, wisdom, senses and life.

Where’re philosophies if it’s all about happiness?

Where’s spirituality without a suffering?

Sadness is that something happening to us, meaning that the life hasn't forgotten us yet, holding tightly in its arms. Isn't it the very struggle of life that makes us who we are?

Sadness may be depressing, terrible and tearful, yet it keeps us moved, inspired and healed.

But then, there you go, the sadness is something you should never speak of, because firstly the society sees it a symbol of weak and secondly it's a silly emotion because it doesn't involves any glamour. Well done, culture-seriously!

Nevertheless, it’s the common language that connects us all to the world because suffering is universal. And honestly folks, I don’t feel alive without a tinge of madness. Moreover, being normal is what actually boring. It’s stagnant, we are no longer living!

Well, Sadness will, indeed, leave me when it finds people for me who listen better to its problems. After all, it takes a heart to decipher the signals of sadness.

As the quote by Grandpappy, saying, "Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep."

Happily Sad!

regards,

MP