seasons of sadness
do you ever have moments, when inexplicable feelings of sadness steal over you?
when nothing major has occurred, no significant event to provoke heartache. but you just feel . . . sad?
i have. recently in fact. i was tearfully reacting to everything around me. which seemed slightly ridiculous on the surface. because i have a life for which i am grateful.
yet i still can't escape sad feelings at times. and whenever i am in one of these moods, i take a mental intermission to ponder what's behind it all.
i suspect that there are seasons of sadness. perhaps lasting only moments, hours, days. maybe months or longer. times when, more than others, you give in to the melancholy musings of life. what provoked this particular brooding session for me? a variety of pensive ingredients coalescing into one emotional recipe:
joyful memories long tucked away and unable to be reproduced
important people who no longer share this earth
poignant tales of courage and perseverance in the face of human woe
regrettable episodes that i wish i could steal back and redo
final goodbyes to summer and carefree, uninhibited days
it is possible that - once in awhile - we need this solemn reflection, this contemplative timeout, this sober thoughtfulness. to cut through the busy, the hurried, even the upbeat lives we lead. to recognize what we've experienced and what we have in front of us now. an appreciation of the totality of our existence.
sometimes i am sad. and that’s okay. it helps me clarify who i am and where i am headed.
can you identify with the seasons of sadness i've described? what do you do to push through these periods? do you find yourself spiraling into a depressive state? or have you been able to gain clarity and extract valuable lessons? please share your insights and wisdom. [maxbutton id="1"]