Is it possible to be happy and sad at the same time?
Some time back, a friend of mine was telling me how he was happy and sad at the same time. He was in a bad relationship, the kind that sucks out every last bit of happiness from your system. But he was madly in love with her. So when she left him, it just got worse. And then it got just a little better. "I am lonely. I don't know what to do anymore. I am sad. But there is no stress. There is no pain. I guess that is a good thing," he said.
He got me thinking. And then, just like that I realized there are many like him. Happy and sad at the same time. I had an aunt who was forever grumpy, and she had a knack for ruining anyone's day. She was mean. I used to think she was sad. But then I had seen her smile after doing something really mean. Happy and sad, both I guess.
My plants are like that sometimes. Happy green mostly, with some brown frowns. My poems are like that, dipped in pain, but somehow optimistic. I know a girl, much younger than me, she seems sad, just enough to be mysterious, happy, just enough to tolerate friends like me...
Navy blue, one of the best colours ever, also seems happy and sad to me. It's dark, so people would think it's mostly sad. But have you seen it in all its Glory?
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Some time back, a friend of mine was telling me how he was happy and sad at the same time. He was in a bad relationship, the kind that sucks out every last bit of happiness from your system. But he was madly in love with her. So when she left him, it just got worse. And then it got just a little better. "I am lonely. I don't know what to do anymore. I am sad. But there is no stress. There is no pain. I guess that is a good thing," he said.
He got me thinking. And then, just like that I realized there are many like him. Happy and sad at the same time. I had an aunt who was forever grumpy, and she had a knack for ruining anyone's day. She was mean. I used to think she was sad. But then I had seen her smile after doing something really mean. Happy and sad, both I guess.
My plants are like that sometimes. Happy green mostly, with some brown frowns. My poems are like that, dipped in pain, but somehow optimistic. I know a girl, much younger than me, she seems sad, just enough to be mysterious, happy, just enough to tolerate friends like me...
Navy blue, one of the best colours ever, also seems happy and sad to me. It's dark, so people would think it's mostly sad. But have you seen it in all its Glory?
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