Happiness and Sadness
So I was reading Andrew Sullivan's essay titled "What are homosexuals for?" And it got me thinking. Not the piece as a whole, but some thing he said:
"I wondered which was the deeper feeling: the sense of excruciating pain seeing a member of my acquired family die, or the excruciating joy of seeing a member of my given family born. I am at a loss to decide; but I am not at a loss to know that they are different experiences; equally human, but radically different."
I began to wonder. Which emotion is stronger? Which one makes a person feel more? And I think that from my experiences, I must say sadness does. Happiness only comes in small bursts, they last as long as the moment does. Tears of joy, sure. An adrenalin rush, of course. But sadness takes over your life for the time that follows a melancholic experience. It feels as if part of your soul is tearing. Tears can come and go, a single thought can provoke an onslaught of rain. The pain is phenomenal. And it is a long lasting visitor.
Of course, those are just from my experiences. I don't know if I've ever felt true happiness. I've never gotten married, I've never had a child.
On the same note, I've never had true sadness occur to me either. No one has died, I've never had to survived to live another day.
Maybe I really don't know, and this is all just some mindless musings of an idiot girl with nothing better to do.
Who truly knows?
"I wondered which was the deeper feeling: the sense of excruciating pain seeing a member of my acquired family die, or the excruciating joy of seeing a member of my given family born. I am at a loss to decide; but I am not at a loss to know that they are different experiences; equally human, but radically different."
I began to wonder. Which emotion is stronger? Which one makes a person feel more? And I think that from my experiences, I must say sadness does. Happiness only comes in small bursts, they last as long as the moment does. Tears of joy, sure. An adrenalin rush, of course. But sadness takes over your life for the time that follows a melancholic experience. It feels as if part of your soul is tearing. Tears can come and go, a single thought can provoke an onslaught of rain. The pain is phenomenal. And it is a long lasting visitor.
Of course, those are just from my experiences. I don't know if I've ever felt true happiness. I've never gotten married, I've never had a child.
On the same note, I've never had true sadness occur to me either. No one has died, I've never had to survived to live another day.
Maybe I really don't know, and this is all just some mindless musings of an idiot girl with nothing better to do.
Who truly knows?