On Sadness
Have you ever stopped and asked yourself what sadness really is? What do we know about it? What do we know about suffering and loss? What do we know about failures and frustrations? What do we know about the evil side of life?
I think it's relative. Sadness can break someone though; break it to a point wherein it's already impossible to be put together. I guess that's the lowest point. When all you do doesn't make sense anymore, when all you hoped for slipped away from your hands, and all that you ever wanted is the same thing that you can never have, to some, that qualifies as sadness. You die everyday, or atleast you feel that you do. When that pain in your chest starts to feel like there's something scraping it from the inside, then I think you're in a bad shape. What's worse than falling asleep while being lulled by the sound of your heart breaking?
Life goes on, or so they say it does.
How frustrating it is when all you can do is to live and get by each day? How pointless it is when the only time you can be fine is when you have to pretend that you are? You often ask yourself how long can you put up a face, then you question if you're ever cut out to be happy in the first place.
You doubt yourself. You doubt life. You doubt everything, and so you're just one lost insignificant drop in the ocean. You bleed inside, yet the world just go about its business.
Mon, Nov 18, 2013
4:27:13 PM
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I think it's relative. Sadness can break someone though; break it to a point wherein it's already impossible to be put together. I guess that's the lowest point. When all you do doesn't make sense anymore, when all you hoped for slipped away from your hands, and all that you ever wanted is the same thing that you can never have, to some, that qualifies as sadness. You die everyday, or atleast you feel that you do. When that pain in your chest starts to feel like there's something scraping it from the inside, then I think you're in a bad shape. What's worse than falling asleep while being lulled by the sound of your heart breaking?
Life goes on, or so they say it does.
How frustrating it is when all you can do is to live and get by each day? How pointless it is when the only time you can be fine is when you have to pretend that you are? You often ask yourself how long can you put up a face, then you question if you're ever cut out to be happy in the first place.
You doubt yourself. You doubt life. You doubt everything, and so you're just one lost insignificant drop in the ocean. You bleed inside, yet the world just go about its business.
Mon, Nov 18, 2013
4:27:13 PM
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless handheld
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