The Sadness
I would not say that sadness is my natural condition, but I do see sadness and joy as inextricably entangled; more than that - as different faces of the same state.
That state is existence.
I try to greet each day with joy but the joy comes with the knowledge of eventual loss.
Some days, the world upturns like a flipped coin and sadness - the obverse of joy - is simply what I see.
Even then, the world is beautiful.
The Sadness
If I am sad, it is the sadness which comes
at the thought of the sadness to come;
the sadness from which we hide,
or the one with which we live
and love, one loss to the next, one day
to another, ever after, over and over.
I love that you led your post with your photo of the old farmhouse. Such a reminder of how our home worlds eventually end. Like you I wonder at how old places where people lived for 20, 200 or 20,000 years, once had people just like us, having the same experiences of joy and sadness and love.
Maybe we don’t feel the same sense of continuity of culture through time in this day and age, but we do feel the same emotions.
Beautiful, poignant read and lovely photos 💚