Amid sorrow’s weight, a quiet tenderness—mother and child on a pale perch of hope, whispering light into the dark.
We often hear that we should fight sadness, resist sorrow, and overcome melancholy—as if they are enemies of a good life. But what if they are simply companions on the path? What if fighting them is not only futile, but also dishonest?
Because the truth is, we are all struggling—each in our own quiet way—to live a decent life. And life, as we know it, is not easy.
We wake up each day to a world overflowing with hardship: poverty, injustice, environmental collapse, war, misogyny, abuse, accidents, grief, disease. We carry not only our personal pains but also the weight of collective suffering—stories that reach us through headlines, conversations, and silent glances in the streets.
So where is the place for happiness?
What kind of happiness can one truly feel when the eyes remain open—when they don’t turn away from the burning forests, the empty plates, the violated bodies, the lonely souls?
Perhaps the only real form of joy left to us is not the glittering illusion sold to us through advertisements or fleeting dopamine from scrolling reels—but something deeper, something more anchored. A fragile, stubborn flame that glows not despite the darkness, but because of it.
Maybe it is not happiness at all. Maybe it is a quiet, conscious presence. A moment of grace born from acceptance. Not numbness. Not distraction. But a stillness that says:
“Yes, I see this sorrow. I feel this sorrow. And yet, I am still here. I still care. I still try.”
In that place—where we don’t deny the pain but carry it with dignity—there is a different kind of light. Not the fast-food version of joy, all sugar and noise, but something slow, nourishing, and rare.
Call it resilience. Call it awareness. Call it love.
Whatever name it carries, it is not about being happy.
It is about being human—with eyes wide open.
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[…] post is a continuation of my previous reflection on sorrow and happiness . I’ve been thinking more deeply about melancholy — how it shapes us, how it threatens to drown […]
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