I’m sad. Right now. As I write this. I know it’s temporary – I won’t always be sad. And yet it’s also not something to be dismissed. Life is not an exercise in acknowledging only happiness. Sadness is real too.
Why am I sad? Because I have experiences that have resulted in sadness. I experienced them when they happened and I experience them again when I look back. Those experiences are a part of who I am. They define me, but only partly. They are not the whole story. And yet they are a crucial part of the story.
I am sad. It is not trivial. It is not to be dismissed. It is to be experienced. It is to be contextualised. It is to be accepted.