There are sorrows that root themselves so deeply, no celebration can lift them. They remain, unmoved, like ancient stones in the landscape of the soul.
And yet, around them, life continues to unfold. A door opens, a gathering awaits, light spills across the surface. Happiness comes, yes but it hovers gently, never dissolving the heaviness beneath.
This is the paradox of being human: to carry sorrow and joy at once. To smile while something inside remains silent. To step into the brightness of an opening night, even while the shadow within refuses to shift.
Perhaps the truth is not in choosing one over the other, but in allowing them both to exist: sorrow as the depth, joy as the shimmer on its surface. Together, they make the full weight of life.
Felt, Paint & Reflection 