What kind of teacher is sadness? Does she come to teach presence with oneself? the urge for change? the humility needed to let yourself be human? does she come to slow the pace of a euphoric life? I intuitively know she comes with wisdom, not terror. She comes with grace and softness, even when she suddenly hits you without a warning. Is she a sister to something else? is she a consequence or a byproduct of things we do? Is she simply as natural as being sleepy or hungry? She feels complex, soft, unavoidable, heavy. She feels necessary too. I don’t know what she comes to teach, but this time, I am willing to learn.
Short on sadness
Short on sadness
Short on sadness
What kind of teacher is sadness? Does she come to teach presence with oneself? the urge for change? the humility needed to let yourself be human? does she come to slow the pace of a euphoric life? I intuitively know she comes with wisdom, not terror. She comes with grace and softness, even when she suddenly hits you without a warning. Is she a sister to something else? is she a consequence or a byproduct of things we do? Is she simply as natural as being sleepy or hungry? She feels complex, soft, unavoidable, heavy. She feels necessary too. I don’t know what she comes to teach, but this time, I am willing to learn.