The Beauty in Feeling Blue

When listening to a sad song, the lyrics can evoke within you an abundance of emotions. You may shed tears and your heart may feel heavy. Even though those lyrics are speaking of heartbreak, it is compelling you to listen closely. There is a certain beauty in the melancholy.

People may associate sadness with gloom and grey skies, but it's an emotion that's so human. When you cry, you may feel inclined to hide any traces of your tears. Because you're scared of anyone seeing you experience anything other than sheer joy.

It may sound strange, but heartache is necessary. If you were only ever happy, you wouldn't appreciate happiness. If there were no tears, you wouldn't see the loveliness in a smile. It's just like if rain ceased to fall, rainbows would fail to leave you wonderstruck. We wonder why it is that we find peace in songs of sorrow. But it is because sorrow is a human emotion we all feel. Just like joy.

So sadness shouldn't be covered up or buried away. We have to allow ourselves to cry. So many profound works of art were created when the artist was sad. So many poems were written by poets feeling a sense of despair. There is a poignance in the blues that can fill our lives with colour.

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