…share to the world is sadness? How can I show you how deep my pain runs, and how it’s a part of me? How can I say that every time I’m in love, every time I catch a little glimpse of happiness, I need to save it for myself, keeping it close to my heart. I am terrified it won’t last, so I memorize every little detail, feeling and words, not writing it down because writing it down feels like a lot like giving it away. I hold my breath, I treasure every moment. How strange is it that I keep my happiness so personal a…
I think that’s exactly how happiness works, actually. To make it last, you have to give it away. It multiplies when you share it.
Nothing in life is a one-way street. You having processed your heartbreak enough to write about it and let it go is one side of the coin. I think the other is that, once you do, that piece of writing is also like a scar. It lives out there on its own, forever, but it’ll always be tied to you. And that strengthens the sad part of who you are. So you’ll likely come back and write another.
This isn’t so much about perception as it is about who you become based on what you write about. Say you wrote one happy piece for one sad piece each. Sure, we’d see you as a more balanced writer. But maybe you’d also become a more balanced person because of it.
Just some random thoughts. Merry Christmas!