Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sadness, I think, causes us to build walls around our hearts and lives. Something about sadness creates in us a fear of letting others in or close so we make ourselves an obstacle. Sometimes we are aware of the sadness in others, sometimes we are not. But to sorrow alone is one of the worst things I can think of to do. It is in sorrow that we need the comforting touch of another, the gentle voice of someone who loves us, and the clarity with which someone else can provide. What would happen if we chose not to build walls with our sadness but instead built gates and openings and let others in. Might our sorrow cease and we bloom with warmth?
Sadness, I think, causes us to build walls around our hearts and lives. Something about sadness creates in us a fear of letting others in or close so we make ourselves an obstacle. Sometimes we are aware of the sadness in others, sometimes we are not. But to sorrow alone is one of the worst things I can think of to do. It is in sorrow that we need the comforting touch of another, the gentle voice of someone who loves us, and the clarity with which someone else can provide. What would happen if we chose not to build walls with our sadness but instead built gates and openings and let others in. Might our sorrow cease and we bloom with warmth?
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