There is a sadness; pervading, enveloping every inch of space.
It is dark, thick and consuming.
It has covered morning with a melancholy.
There is sadness.
There is happiness; pervading, enveloping every inch of space.
It is bright, light and embalming.
It has covered the morning with sunshine.
There is happiness.
There are two filters that glide through all our lives; at least as I how I see them. One day might be sad but then sooner or later it gives in and there is liveliness and enthusiasm and smiles. However off late I have come to question if we are inherently a happy or a sad person. As individuals do we lack the capacity to appreciate life or do we have nothing real, tangible or worthy of loving and living for?
Each day is sad, each morning is sad, each happy moment is sad and each sad moment is sad. Could this be true? If true, I have been living in a reverie. Everyone has had days where we question ourselves, our believes, our decisions and our relations. Despite that we find reasons to live and live happy. Or am I too optimistic? Cos trust me, I have had days where I lost faith in most intrinsic of beliefs and the closest of people.
Still, its a simple life. I do not understand the extravagant stands and sadness. Find your person, your joy, your interests and live in them and for them.
P.S. More of a rant than a piece.
