Sorrow- the one which everybody is afraid of and the one which everybody is desperately trying to avoid. Seems like the more we run away from it; the more we hide from it, the more skillfully it manages to catch us and bring us to bay in the corner of our own existence; the stronger its grasp and the bigger its power over our life.
We live in a world of relativities. A world where everything exists by means of its polarity and the value it gets in comparison to it. A cliché, but a fact- in order for the light to exists, it should be surrounded by darkness.
For me sorrow is one of the most beautiful feelings. It is beautiful when you stop defining your life with it, when you stop experiencing it in a way which is destroying your inner peace and harmony and when you just give it the freedom to exist, to come as a guest in your life, to treat it with memories and together to cure the scars, which experiences from the past inflicted.
Sorrow as an outlet; as the only friend who gives you the freedom, to let all the emotions you suppressed, to emerge in the silence of your own presence.
I am not afraid of sorrow, because just like any other feeling- it is inevitable and temporary. When sorrow comes, I treat it with care, and I do not rush to send it off. I stay there as an eyewitness and for a short moment, I back off and give it the opportunity to perform n the stage of my own life. I let it defile in front of me, with its whole repertory . I let it show me what it is capable of, while I silently observe it, feel its presence but never allow it to define me.
Sorrow, like a kid, who needs attention. Just like [Read more...]