We judge. As a society, as individuals. That’s what we do. We may think we don’t, we may try hard not to, but we do. We judge.
And we reserve some of our harshest judgements for anyone who isn’t “positive”, or “upbeat”, or “happy”, or, at the very least, “holding it all together”.
But, no emotion is “bad”. It just Is. And no emotion can exist without its opposite. How could it? How would we know “happy” if there was no “sad” with which to compare it?
There is no light without darkness. No summer bounty without winter’s fallow.
Contrasts. Two sides of the same coin. Paradox.
The Universe loves paradox.
The Universe is paradox.
When did we forget that, I wonder? Because it wasn’t always so foreign to us. There was a time in which sadness, or “melancholy”, as it was most often called then, was not only accepted, but embraced, even celebrated, as a painful, but necessary, time in life. A time that often resulted in great works of art, in laudable achievements, in lasting legacies.
No, sad isn’t bad.
Sad is just sad.
So, let yourself be sad. Don’t beat yourself up for it. And don’t allow others to scold or belittle or busy you out of your sadness.
You’re sad — be sad. So that when you’re happy, you can fully be that, too.