Sadness isn’t a disease nor is it a choice, it’s just a thing, that can tear you away from the morning sunrise for a moment or consume your whole year. It’s not a decision or a sworn secret to live your life by, it’s a weight that no matter how tired you are, you’re forced to carry. It’s a song that meant the world, and a text at the wrong time and the death of a grandfather. It’s the look you give yourself in the mirror in the morning and the thought that wakes you up at 3:37am. It’s the pathway to hell and self destruction and the destroyer of strength and the hope you once possessed. And all you can do is try and if you’re doing that then that’s more than anyone could ask. But I’ve done my time and had my year and now, as I’ve found my morning sunrise, my sadness fights through, and reminds me that I’m not whole and i’ll never be, it saves me from the delusion that life is finally perfect and keeps me sane. And for those 15 minutes my sadness is the greatest gift my mind has ever given me.