Be Sad

You are sad. And it hurts. It's as if you got hit with a club right your left breast. And the pain won't go away. The painkillers aren't helping. You want to die. Just run a blade through your chest. So you can sleep with a smile on your face, without pain.

What is it really? Just this sadness? You want a way our of this life because you are too sad in it? So sad, it's too painful to be alive? Big deal! What are you? The first one to have his heart broken? The first one to be lonely? The first to be misunderstood, to not be understood, at all? The first one to be abused? The first one to make a sacrifice? to make a difficult choice? There have been sadder people. They have made bigger sacrifice. You think you can't live with this dissonance? Big Deal! Be sad. Being sad is fine, being coward isn't. Take it life like a man. Give away what you love, like a man! Sacrifice like a man! Live with pain! Deal with it. And don't be grumpy. Don't be like an old cart under heavy weight, moving, but creaking like it's gonna crack. Be like a stallion, that runs neighing with splinters in its hoofs and arrows in it's shoulders.

Be sad all you want. Just don't insult yourself.