For a long time, I couldn't understand what was wrong with me at such moments. I told myself, “You have no right to be sad — you have a home, a job, good health, loved ones.” But sadness doesn't ask for permission. It comes without warning, without explanation. It's like a soft, misty veil settling on your shoulders.
I used to fight this feeling. I looked for something to fix, someone to blame, something to keep myself busy. Now I'm learning to accept it. Sometimes the soul just gets tired. Tired of talking, making decisions, waiting. It wants silence. It wants a blanket, a favorite movie, a hug from itself.
I no longer blame myself for these states of mind. They are part of me. And you know, it is on these quiet days that I most often find answers to questions I have been putting off for a long time. I listen to myself. Truly.
So if you suddenly feel sad, don't run away from it. Sit down next to yourself. Listen. Hug yourself. It's not weakness. It's tenderness.