The Joy in Sadness
If you thought sadness and sorrow go hand in and, think again. Sadness sometimes escapes the boundaries of its definition and evolves into a treasured possession, an achievement, a fine gain.
In fact, happiness, satisfaction, ecstasy, all have one thing in common – the sadness entwined with each of them.
‘Sad’ is not what you are when you’re hurt. It is what you feel when you are very close to the perfect happiness of life. Sad is what you are when you have a joy so great and so rare that you know only a strange wave of the invisible wand can again bring you barely close to experiencing moments of comparable magnitude. These are moments that are actually hours or maybe an entire day shrunk into a few seconds when the mind sleeps and the sixth sense awakens, lightening up every miniscule detail of the world around you, and driving, sometimes even forcing, you to make a grab at time while it still stands waiting, waiting for you to create a memory. Then the memory, like a hungry wind, incorporates into itself those innumerable moments that may have appeared dull , those hundreds of feelings that may have seemed worth little, and brushing off the dust to reveal their true colours, composes an enchanting tune that blows a storm through your mind.
The mind awakens, the strong winds blowing are nothing but the opening notes of sadness while the seconds you live are ones of pure bliss. The bliss ceases, as every beautiful spell of shower must end, but the winds keep blowing. This is sadness, these powerful surges of air that you might once have thought to be a force too weak, now a strong, intense rush of wind that forces outbursts, flowing streams of tears down your cheeks, rolling down your chin, finally sliding down your neck into your heart.
When such is the form of sadness, when you don’t need to be hurt to be sad, then sadness is a boon, a long awaited gift. Then that sad goodbye records feelings that you would die to experience again. Then, that final hug is a bearer of a beautiful future that will be filled with hope and belief. Then, that sadness is joy, those tears are pearls; the sobs, magic potion. Then, you are happy to be sad, you are relieved to be sad, and sadness, that day, is a gain, indeed.
Sunday, 19 September 2010
11:59 PM
