Read someone’s blog recently.. Can’t remember all the details verbatim – but I remember this person was widowed.. long marriage… not “picture perfect” marriage, nonetheless many good things within.. some not-so-good moments.. anniversary time – and this person asked “Do you think it’s possible to be sad and happy at the same time?”
You bet your bippie it is.
Ya ever had fever/chills – and when those chills hit, you pour a warm bath – and sink luxuriously in?… Happy/sad…
Been in a relationship – things are very good, yet sad joins happy with illness, money woes, child’s behavior/mate selection, death of a loved one… There’s happy and sad – tons…
Even been NOT in a relationship, yet happy with the surroundings/ongoings of your life? Sure, perhaps we all have…
Ya ever sit across the sofa from an endeared friend – have onea them “calm down you’ll have a stroke” agree-to-disagree spats… u “hate the moment” (sad) but love ‘em like crazy for their passion, and for your love of them. Of course – we all have.
Work. Drudge. “I can’t wait until Friday.” Yet there are happy parts within, and when that automatic deposit happens – you gleefully fill up that shopping cart at the Piggly Wiggly. Happy/sad. Sad/happy.
Ever hit a golf shot in the woods, bemoan – then thinka how silly that is ‘cause you’re not at work, you’re havin’ fun, you’re out with God and nature? I have, MANY times!
At present, gotta crick in ma neck. I’ve caught myself looking right, no problem – perhaps in traffic, maybe at the office, and even in the Piggly Wiggly when something like a very nice derriere (sorry) happens by. Happy. And then I turn my head quickly to the left and YEOOWWWW. Damnit. Sad. Hurt. Happy/sad, Sad/happy.
We visit the cemetery. The fact they’re there, in the ground, sad as hell. The smiles it brings “bringing them back to life” in our minds – happy, very.
Hell, even the daily paper has the obits and the comics every day. Sad/happy. Happy/sad.
Oh boy oh boy, tonight I’m meeting friends and we’re going to an outing. Then ya crank the car up, less than a quarter a tank. Happy/sad. Sad/Happy. (Like the dude the other day walking outta the gas station… handed the chicky some cash and said “$70 on pump 3.” I remarked “that’s hurts don’t it?” He smiled (happy) and said emphatically “YES!”
Up/down. Rollercoaster. Visiting the ‘levels’ – even all at the same time. This is damn straight a wondrous trip – this life path. Happy/sad. Sad/happy.
I absolutely don’t wish sadness on you. For you, and for me, I only hope sadness is just a reminder happy is ahead, or maybe even there at the same time.
Loveya, Victurd
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