Maybe it's for a valid reason. I hate being sad. I don't think anyone likes being sad either. But yet today I find myself sad again. Finding myself uncomfortable with this feeling... Wanting it to go away too. -- Why do we hold on to sadness? Often, in the eyes of others, it feels like such a silly thing to do. Yet I don't think so at all. Because sadness is a part of me. It's the part of me that carries a heavy burden too. -- So I spoke to my sadness today, asking it why it'

Lost and now found.