Sadness is Sad


Hello readers, today I bring a new story to you. This story is very closed to my heart. As I wrote in one of my pervious post about feeling. This story, which I am going to share with you, is also talking about a very strong feeling “SADNESS”.
No one like it but no one denies its presence. I am sure after reading this story you get a new outlook to see this feeling of yours more deeply, the same way I able to do when I read it. So wish you a ……………… “HAPPY READING”

Once upon a time there was a little woman who walked along the dusty field path. She was quite old yet her steps were light and springy and her smile had the fresh glow of a carefree girl. She stopped at a cowered figure and looked down. She couldn’t recognize much.
The being that sat in the dirt on the path seemed to be almost bodiless. She reminded her of a grey flannel blanked with human shape.
The little woman bent a little forward and asked,   
 “Who are you?”
Two almost lifeless tired eyes looked up towards her “Me? I am the SADNESS” whispered the voice haltingly and softly, almost too soft to hear..  
 “Oh, the SADNESS.” Said the woman pleased as if she would greet an old friend.
 “You know me?” asked the sadness mistrusting. 
 “Of course I know you! You accompanied me every once in a while over & over again on parts of my path.”                           
“Yes, but…………” said the sadness suspiciously.
“Why don’t you run away from me? Aren’t you afraid?”   
“Why should I run from you my dear? You know very well that you catch up with everybody who tries to get away from you. But, what I want to ask you, “Why do you look so discouraged?     
  “ I am ………… sad”, replied the grey figure with broken voice.
The little woman sat down at her side.
 “So, you are sad.” She said and nobbed with understanding.        “Tell me what brothers you.”
The SADNESS sighed deeply, was there really someone who would like to listen to her this time? How often did she wish for that to happen?                   
“You know,” She started hesitantly and very astonished, “its just that nobody actually likes me. It is my destiny to visit humans for a while but when I show up they are sacred of me. They are afraid of me and try to avoid me like the plague.”
The SADNESS swallowed some tears. “ They invented phrases that they try to ban me with. They say things like “nonsense, I can’t be sad. Life is always bright and fun.” And their fake smiles give them stomach cramps and they have hard time breathing.
They say, “Praise is what make us tough.” And then they end up with heartache. They say, “One just has to put it all together and suck it up.” And then feel all kinds of aches and pains in their shoulder and their backs.
They say, “Only weak people cry!” and the backed up tears almost make their heads burst. Or they try to numb themselves with alcohol or drugs so that they don’t have to feel me.

“Oh yes.” Confirmed that old woman, “I’ve met people like that before.
The SADNESS  turned even sadder………………….. “But all I want is to help humans. When I am very close to them they can face themselves. I help them build a nest to cuddle up in to take care of their wounds.
Somebody who is sad has very thin skin. Old sorrow surface again like a bad healed wound and that can hurt a lot. But who is able to face their grief and sorrow and cries, all the cried tries can truly make their wound heal.
People don’t want me to help them though. Instead they put a flashy smile on top of their scars or they put on a heavy shield of bitterness.
The SADNESS was silent now. Her crying at first was weak, then it became stronger and finally it was very desperate.
The little, old woman hugged her, touched the shaky bundle and thought to herself how soft and gently SADNESS felt.
“Cry SADNESS, let your tears flow,” she whispered with full of love.
“Rest so that you can gather your strength back. From now on you shall not wander all by yourself. I will join you so that discouragement and despair can’t take over anymore.”
The SADNESS quit crying. She looked her new companion straight in the eyes, “But………but how are you????”
“Me??” said the old lady with a smile on her face and then she laughed again like a carefree girl.
“ I AM HOPE”

So my dear reader, now whenever you feel sad think that the SADNESS comes to help you to know yourself better & be a better person and always remember HOPE is its companion.

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10 Responses to Sadness is Sad

  1. hitesh mulchandani says:

    I AGREE WID U MEM IT WAS WONDERFUL………

  2. Deep Lalwani says:

    awesome and super duperzzz like foh the pic

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  4. jozy.roberts@yahoo.com says:

    God Bless all that are hurting

  5. gita4elamats says:

    What an extraordinary story – I love it!

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