A Letter to Sadness
Dear Sadness,
It is true that at times, you have been the only one by my side when I felt loneliest. It is true that at the times when a person has chosen to walk out of my life, you have been quickest to take their place. It is true that at times you never seem to leave my side. It is true that, at times, you become so close that I mistake you for a part of me- inbuilt and inseparable. But it is time, I have decided, to end our 'friendship', if at all it can be called so.
I have found that your strong arms form a wall around me, hidden under the excuse of a warm embrace. I know you intend to shield me from the pain, the guilt and the regret but you have isolated me from the love and joy along with it. The emotions seem to bounce off the surface, never really getting through to me, because you never seem to let them in. You have been selfish, Sadness, in keeping me all to yourself. You have had too much of me, for too long, and I of you, and as they say, too much of something can never be good(which, to be honest, we've all heard much too many times. So does that make it a bad thing?). It is time to let me go.
We mustn't become complete strangers, though, for you are not as bad as they say. When I grieve, you remind me to be grateful that the reasons I have to cry are as petty as they are. When I mourn, you remind me that I was immensely happy once, and that I can be once more. When I regret, you remind me that I wouldn't have known what would've happened if I hadn't taken the chance. Their only fault is that they mistake you for beauty. You are the opposite of beautiful.
Of course, we shall meet again, but neither soon, nor often. When we do, I shall greet you like an old friend and let you embrace me once more, though not for long. But until then, I bid you farewell. The time has come for us to part.
Yours,
Teesha
It is true that at times, you have been the only one by my side when I felt loneliest. It is true that at the times when a person has chosen to walk out of my life, you have been quickest to take their place. It is true that at times you never seem to leave my side. It is true that, at times, you become so close that I mistake you for a part of me- inbuilt and inseparable. But it is time, I have decided, to end our 'friendship', if at all it can be called so.
I have found that your strong arms form a wall around me, hidden under the excuse of a warm embrace. I know you intend to shield me from the pain, the guilt and the regret but you have isolated me from the love and joy along with it. The emotions seem to bounce off the surface, never really getting through to me, because you never seem to let them in. You have been selfish, Sadness, in keeping me all to yourself. You have had too much of me, for too long, and I of you, and as they say, too much of something can never be good(which, to be honest, we've all heard much too many times. So does that make it a bad thing?). It is time to let me go.
We mustn't become complete strangers, though, for you are not as bad as they say. When I grieve, you remind me to be grateful that the reasons I have to cry are as petty as they are. When I mourn, you remind me that I was immensely happy once, and that I can be once more. When I regret, you remind me that I wouldn't have known what would've happened if I hadn't taken the chance. Their only fault is that they mistake you for beauty. You are the opposite of beautiful.
Of course, we shall meet again, but neither soon, nor often. When we do, I shall greet you like an old friend and let you embrace me once more, though not for long. But until then, I bid you farewell. The time has come for us to part.
Yours,
Teesha
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