Yes, I woke up sad today. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s anxiety, discouragement or amazement at what’s going on around me, don’t I know, but I often feel sad as well. How to deal with sadness?
Has accepting these feelings and letting them pass in me sometimes been constructive, especially in a society that imposes the joy of living as an order?And the order to consume to get it.
- I understand.
- However.
- That there is something beyond this sadness.
- I’m here.
- Supporting the feeling.
- Here I am.
- The person who can know if what I feel takes away from me who I am.
- My awareness of being.
- Of power and of wanting.
But I will face sadness and I will not let her take away what I am, I will not act as my anguish dictates, because if I let her live it is because I am no longer, therefore she cannot be stronger. than me.
Will I keep fighting, even if she’s trapped in my stomach, deep inside me?I’ll let her talk sometimes, I’ll listen to her to see if she has anything to say to me. Other times, though, I want to be alone. And I decide that.
I am not a football match that is already won, I am a map with black and white chips, the temporal sensations, which I sometimes even appreciate, often end up guiding my steps and dictating everything I do, but my identity is still prevailing behind it.
Interestingly, it is these feelings of sadness that guide me towards evolution. I retreat in my solitude, in the icy, deafening silence. Now I’m listening. Sometimes I need to feel that way so I can understand myself and grow up.
I won’t say anything when I’m sad, but I’ll keep the teachings of that feeling when I feel brave, sadness has taught me so many precious things and things that I don’t want to take it out of my life. I don’t want it to go away.
I want him to show up in me. As long as she’s alive, I want to accept it as a feeling in my own right, I don’t want to pretend it doesn’t exist, rape her. I don’t want punches in the world of my feelings, they’re all valid because they come from me and feed on my thoughts, they’re important to me, I’m the protagonist of each of my feelings and they make me realize that I exist. .
Will I see what’s going on, if I can hold on or if I’m going to fall, all I feel is that at the end of the day I don’t consider myself ordinary, this is the time of greatest connection. with myself that I feel.
When I feel sadness as natural, creativity unfolds in me, in my pockets, in my shoes, in my eyes and in my sighs, the greater the pain, the greater the pain, because for the first time the feeling holds me instead of leaning on me. me in the expectations of the rest.
My beliefs are my compass. The rest is just a way that I find all over the landscape, along the way I will meet people who will confuse goodness with naivety, sincerity with impertinence and sadness with weakness, none of this will prevent me from achieving my goals, which are the same reflection of my deepest values.
“I feel very good and I am happy, but in the happiest moments of my life, I always have a reason for sadness, I cannot help it” – Fior Dostoyevsky-
Every day I’m going to take another step towards my goal, some days my sadness will even stop me from touching the ground with my feet, and that’s good. The other days will feel like a walk in the park and sometimes a very fast and poorly defined path.
There came a day when I realized that sometimes, in the purest joy, the arrival of a certain sadness widens life, brings immensity, creates roots that motivate me to water them, to take care of them and to take care of those that are growing. the most beautiful gardens were born.