I’ve always believed
that being happy is as easy & natural as breathing. It has been that way
for me for as long as I can remember. No matter what, I always find a reason to
smile. In fact I’m so used to being happy all the time that an occasional
moment of sorrow seems like an unbearable burden… But I’m really glad that such
moments are occasional!
I’ve been expecting one
such gloomy moment since the past few days yet it happened when I least
expected it. I barely managed to contain the leaks. But what makes these tears
special is the reason behind them. More often than not I’ve seen people crying
about their own misfortune, about how they didn’t get what they wanted so
badly. There’s nothing wrong about loving yourself. But when you see someone
crying about someone else or praying for that other person, a feeling of awe is
evoked in you. Suddenly the helplessness and pain seem worth it.
Everything has its own
beauty, isn’t it? But do you see beauty when an invisible emotional burden
weighs you down? The negative emotion grows over time until there’s nothing
else left. I wonder why the same doesn’t apply to joy. If you’re just a little
happy, you’re just a little happy, nothing more, nothing less… It takes so much
more for one to feel delirious or ecstatic. But have you ever felt that you
were just a little sad? It starts small but then grows and consumes the person
if not kept under check.
I have this theory
that all the positive emotions are like solids. They always take up the same
space and for them to grow, you need to add more solid blocks. On the other
hand, the negative emotions are like gases. You give them a little space and
they take up everything they can lay their hands on.
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