We like to pretend that all we ever feel is rainbows and sunshine. We act as if the balance of good doesn’t exist — as if we could know what happiness was without the lack of it.
But why is there a stigma around something we all feel? Why do we feel the need to portray happiness and joy every moment, while we bottle up the strong and cathartic powers of melancholy?
It’s okay to feel sadness. Chances are that we naturally feel sad, lonely or melancholy a good 30–40% of the time.
That’s a lot of time spent pretending and not letting natural emotion flow.
It seems like it would be more healthy to acknowledge the feeling. To marinate in it, feel its honesty and channel it to be our teacher, our muse and our confidant.
Some of the best writing, films and art come from a place of melancholy. Maybe because it is an outlet from not being able to express that emotion, but to suppress it only leads to melancholy becoming a problem.
Those that are honest about it, use it as a force.
There is beauty in melancholy. There is beauty in balance.