Sadness

I know. I hadn’t intended to post so much in such a short time. It’s just one of those times when life is an internal whirlwind with so many thoughts I want to share from events I just need to live.

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I doubt many see sadness as a positive emotion. Even now, when it’s more acceptable, we still bottle up the tears, put a brave face on the pain and step forward into the light of our ‘normal’ days.
We hide our pain in a box, lock it, throw away the key and bury the box in the darkest recesses of our minds where they can sit and gather dust. There they ferment and twist the best bits of our days with unacknowledged pain.
As for getting them back out of the box.. that’s even harder. After all we don’t have the ‘right’ to feel hurt after a certain time has passed.

You find it with funerals – everyone gathers to support the bereaved on the day and there are cards and flowers in the days leading up to it but, the day after, all the pain should just magically disappear.
It doesn’t, and don’t expect it to be so convenient to wait until you’re alone at home before it decides to burst out either.

So, with all that said, why am I going to write of sadness as a positive emotion?
Because it’s the strongest moment that we show we care. It’s the point that shows we know how important that loss was in our lives.
I’ve held many of my tears in for years but I’m not proud of that and I still don’t know how to let all those feelings out. One day I hope I will but, til then, I’ll make do with the occasional drop with a sad song.

Every tear is a reminder of how much we can care and how deep we can feel. Sometimes they come unheeded when a hint of memory blows our way. At others it can be a torrent of weakness that brings us to our knees without even a hint of water to our eyes – a tear in our hearts taking the very energy from us.

This is us acknowledging the worst losses we can face so that, one day, we can remember the best moments we had together with a smile and a joy in our hearts.
Whether it’s a pet, a partner, a mentor, or even something that was hurt or broken in yourself, all these are worthy of the love those tears show you have for them.
It isn’t something to feel guilty about or a secret to deny.

When it comes time to cry let the tears water the memories of how special what you lost was; let them remind you so that you can hold those special memories in your heart and learn to heal with a bit of that goodness living on in you.
It’s a strength to have had that in your life, no matter how long or brief, not a weakness. It’s a chance to remember what was good and to give it a chance to live again in you.