I Will Not Let Sadness Strip Me Of Who I Am

Today I woke up feeling sad. Sometimes I do not know if it is anxiety, dissatisfaction or disbelief because of everything that is happening around me. I do not know, but what I do know is that sadness has invaded me. Holding on to these feelings and letting sadness take root inside is considered a crime in a society that imposes happiness as the law of life (along with the means to obtain it).

But I can see that there is something beyond this sadness. That’s me! And I’m the one keeping it there. I am the only one who is able to know if what I feel prevents me from being me. About what I feel does not allow me to see who I am, what I can control, and what I really want.

But I am determined not to let sadness strip me of my essence. I’m not going to act on what my anxiety tells me to do. The fact is, sadness exists only because I do. It can therefore not be stronger than me. I will continue to fight, even though sadness is in my heart and in my mind. I will listen to it sometimes, only if it has something useful to tell me. If not, then I’ll just leave it at that. But I am the one with the power.

I feel sad and this is part of who I am

I’m not like a game with fixed results. I’m a board where the black pieces coexist with the white ones. They are temporary experiences, which I sometimes hold on to as if they were guiding my steps and controlling everything I did. And yet, despite this, my identity always reigns. Interestingly, these very feelings of sadness help me learn something new. I build up in loneliness, with its icy and deafening silence. I listen to myself. Sometimes I have to feel this way to understand things and develop.

I will not be able to decide anything while I am sad, but I will keep the things this feeling teaches me when I feel a little better. Sadness has taught me so many valuable things that I do not want to get rid of it or make it disappear.

Let sadness take its place

I want it to rise in me. While I live, I will hold on to it and give it its rightful place. I do not want to offend it. I do not want my emotions to be controlled. All my feelings are because they come from me and are nurtured by me. I am important to them, I am the reason they exist, and they make me aware of my existence again.

I just want to wait and see what happens, and exactly what comes out of all this sadness, whether I want to get stuck or fall. What I feel now is that I’m not just an old regular. Sadness is a special time where I can really connect with what I feel.

When I experience sadness as a natural thing, creativity flows out of all parts of me. The greater the pain, the greater I am, because for the first time in my life, my emotions hold me, instead of the expectations of those around me.

I will not let sadness stop me from fighting for my values

My faith is my compass. Everything else is just things I find along the way. I meet people who want to confuse kindness with naivety, sincerity with rudeness and sadness with weakness. None of this will stop me from reaching my goals, which in turn is a reflection of my values.

Every day I take a step further towards achieving that. Some days my sadness will keep me from getting anywhere. Other days will seem like a breeze. And other days I will go too fast and not learn much.

But there came a day when I realized that this feeling can sometimes, even in the purest joy, strengthen my life. This sadness created roots and gave me speed to water them, take care of them and make them grow. And from this fragile mixture of sadness and joy grew the most beautiful gardens of my life, which flourished under the care of their master gardener.