Grief begets Gratitude.
~author
Two days ago, as I was walking to the gym (it’s a 23 minutes walk) I pulled up my phone, subscribed to Apple music impromptuly, and started listening to the sad playlist. Deliberately!
Not because I had a rough day.
Not because I had been going through a lot.
Not because I was hurt.
Not because I was sad.
Not because I was fucked!
It was solely and only because I wanted to synthesize sadness. Weird. I know.
Unpacking…
I wanted to soak in and soak myself with my forever friendemy — grief.
I wanted to step on the earth, again! Rest. Reflect. Re-calibrate.
Move. Shake.
For, it’s been a while I have been flying in perpetual happiness.
For, it’s been a while I had been living in a foggy, seemingly make-believe-world.
In a nutshell, I wanted to meditate on despair.
I wanted to refresh, relive, re-fill, re-feel my memories as far as my on-and-off relationship with sadness is concerned.
And, to say the least, sadness has always given me purpose.
Bonus — it’s okay to cry!
Namaste.