How does one explain? Where does one begin? One beginning
is inevitably another ending. And so it goes.
I am sad. I am not depressed, clinically or otherwise, but I am
truly, deeply, and intensely sad. I am sad because of a loss
experienced. I don't want to get into the messy details,
because they are not important here.
I am just sad. I am just plain sad. And I am not going to worry
about it right now. I am just going to revel in the feeling.
Sadness is an okay emotion. It's an alright feeling to have.
I think without it, I wouldn't be human. I wouldn't have the
rich experiences of life I've had. I don't look forward to
the sad times, I don't ask for them. But I accept them
nonetheless. Why rail against things you can't change?
Why rail against the unknown?
I don't know. I don't understand. That bothers me, makes me
upset. But I also know that sometimes, life doesn't have simple
answers to questions we ask. Maybe never has those answers.
Can be a very frustrating experience. I'll accept that for a while,
but I also know I can't change it.
On top of it, I'm alone. I'm in a stranger in a strange land. I'm
thousands of miles away from my family, and have no friends
to speak of here yet. That's okay too. I know that'll change
in time, as I get to know people, hang out with them more.
Enjoy the experience.
It's all a part of life. It's painful, unexpected. But I guess we
have to take the bad with the good, or what's the point? I hate
it as much as the next person, but I guess I accept it. What
choice is there, really?
