The melancholy, the joy of being sad

Victor Hugo says that “melancholy is the joy of being sad. “

The truth is that when we feel melancholy, our mood is often associated with sadness, even if what we remember are good times of the past.

  • Memoryless melancholy is not possible.
  • It’s a feeling that reminds us that something is missing.
  • That it was there.
  • That it was good for us.
  • But that we can no longer get it back.

We remember trips, moments, people or experiences that make us think that any time spent was better, when someone is melancholy, they really suffer from something that they can no longer have, it is an authorized form of pain, that is, we remember something or someone who is no longer with us, hurts, but also makes us think that it is ours, that belongs to us, even if only for a few minutes and is in our memory bank.

Melancholy is also a way of not accepting the present, of not being satisfied with what we have now, when we allow ourselves to travel with our minds to other places, to other spaces, to other times and we seek an unreal enterprise, unconsciously We believe that what we find is something we have and that we cannot separate ourselves from.

Melancholy appears at specific times, but can become a problem when it is permanently installed in our lives, it is normal to feel melancholy one afternoon seeing old photos, listening to a song and remembering a pleasant moment, or thinking of someone with whom we share our lives. But when this behavior is repeated frequently, if not treated, it can cause depression.

Experts say that change highlights a lack that people have, who are unhappy with their lives, if life is full, it will not be necessary to cling to the past to think that the past was better than the present, feeling more or less melancholy It will depend on the degree of satisfaction we have in our present. When you’re happy, there’s no time to talk about the past, or to think that everything might be any other way.

Linking to the past is a way to lose the present

Sabina sang that feeling. The lyrics to this song read: “I live at number seven, melancholy street, I wanted to move to the neighborhood of joy for years. “Change depends on no one but us.

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