Emotion is beautiful. We seek happiness, don’t we? We seek the extremity of a feeling that could never be surpassed, that could never be taken away by anything but the fading of the moment.
Why not sadness, though? There is beauty in crying - the absolute release, the absolute surrender of yourself to pain. It falls out of you as teardrops, turns to wind as it passes through your lips as you yelp. It only fades away with time, when the energy fades and we fall asleep.
They’re two ends of the same spectrum. Could it be that instead of happiness, it’s extremity that we search for? Is it possible that the same way we share stories to bring ourselves to get us to laughter, that maybe we can share our stories to bring us to tears? And in that, through that absolute release, put ourselves back in the middle, ready to go either way, but ready to push. Maybe on a different spectrum.
What I mean by this is that if those moments weren’t desired, our bodies wouldn’t force tears out of our eyes. It’s just a different kind of outcome, but the same desire. And I hope that maybe looking at emotions are beautiful, emotions as extremities, as release, that maybe it’s just finding a way to tell that story - maybe it’s exactly that which will bring you back to the center.
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