It’s the last quarter and when I realized that I haven’t gone out of the country this year, I got sad. When I counted that it has been close to eight months that I have been limiting my movement outdoors, I got sad. I actually got sad when I realized I got sad.
Gazing into the affirmative, bouts of sadness may be good for us. Can you just imagine happiness if there is no sadness? Life then would be so dull, nauseating and mind-numbing. Angels in heaven must have been so bored with happiness they prefer descending down to earth in search of sadness and turn the same into glee, delight and gladness.
I am not saying that I would love to bask on sadness. I had so much of it already. But sadness as unwelcome and unwanted as it may seem is a life ingredient. And if bored angels up above ignore us, what is good about us being humans is that we cope. We have the capacity to manage, the ability to handle and the aptitude to deal.
Sadness is like a life’s unwanted storm. It can be intense, horrible and devastating. But life is not about wishing storms to pass. It is about learning how to dance in the rain. Therefore, we simply just have to dance if bored angels ignore us.