Being Sad Is Just One Part Of The Story…
We’re always running and hiding from anything and everything that isn’t joyous and wonderful, and I think that’s where a lot of our pain stems from. We struggle to let go because doing so isn’t exactly pleasant. We can’t move on because it’s not what makes us happy in that moment, even though we know it’s what we have to do for the long term.
It’s as though we’d rather make ourselves suffer for years than have sadness just be part of our story. It sounds depressing, but it’s not. It’s just the acceptance of something terrible or heart-breaking happening and letting it just be that. Not trying to make it “better” or justify it, but just letting it be.
Running from the sadness is what will exhaust you, not feeling it. Because it will come and go throughout your entire life. You have to learn to ride the wave, let it wash over you and recess. It is the constant motion of things, it’s the reality you live in, and it’s what you have to accept to live a happy life.
Where we trip up is in letting it consume us. Seeing the wave and assuming it will take us down and letting it do just that. But if we’ve learned anything from life its that nothing lasts, not even our sadness, and pushing it away somehow makes it stronger.
And if you ask me, there’s something beautiful about having something sad in your life– it means you cared and loved something or someone. It means you are a human being and you have lived, you haven’t just sat stagnant and watched the world pass you by. You’ve gotten in the nitty gritty of things, and even if you came out dirty, you experienced it.
So let it all be experience. Nothing is inherently good or bad until we decide that it is. Some of the most told stories are the ones that don’t end well, the ones that are beautiful because someone laid it all on the line, was brave and vulnerable and submitted to the human condition. If that’s your story, its time to stop running from it and start taking pride in the fact that you were strong enough to let love through.