Sadness, my friend, visited me again.
Melancholy creeps again to my body. Its a familiar feeling. A melody that synchronizes with every fiber of my body.
Me as a hospitable and warm host, i accepted my friend without hesitation.
For i know the feeling of not being fully accepted, of not feeling belong.
I know very well the feeling of not having someone to rely on when i need help and a shoulder to cry on.
Sadness, is my regular visitor. We went to my veranda to have a chit chat.
“You’re getting better” Sadness said.
“Great, thanks” I replied.
“Thank you for letting me in and for acknowledging my presence. I understand that its not easy but you’re brave enough to always face me squarely.” Sadness continued.
I don’t know what to say. All i know is, I’m at the place of peace. I’m at ease unlike before. I confront it with an open heart. I accept the loneliness that I’ve been feeling. Honestly, I’m very grateful to experience it but i can’t seem to voice out my gratitude.
We sip our tea. Enjoying the solitude of the morning.
Sadness stands, and bid its farewell.
This is funny but sadness looks happy. Is that even possible?
I can’t forget its last statement.
“You don’t always need to dance in misery. Find your own melody and harmony”