Sadness is a shadow that paralyzes and depresses

Sadness arises from anger, since the mind is disturbed as much as it disorderly becomes agitated, the more it falls into confusion. When the mind has lost the sweetness of tranquility it feeds on the sadness that comes from the disturbance. Sadness is a demolition of the soul, which follows the thoughts of anger, it is that shadow that takes us, that paralyzes us and depresses us, gradually turning off the will to live in us.

It is recognized by the inability to cry, because only thanks to the gift of tears can we experience sadness as a state for our mistakes. Sadness creeps into the heart, slowly corrodes his whole and if it is not fought it ends up dwelling in us, like an increasingly difficult tenant to drive away.

Sadness strips all pleasure and makes the heart dry up and is at the root of nervous depression, because it leads to the feeling of non-meaning in and to a state of lethargy, in which appears without light and without hope.

I asked myself a question: why does my soul get upset?
Why, at times, does sadness remain as a shadow in our depths, like a buzz that never ceases to torment us?

Many can be the reasons that generate this state from time to time: the unjustly suffered, the real contradictions of our , the observation of the frustrations of our desires, even the most noble and just ones. and reality often contradict us in many ways, but woe to those who think they can live in a golden world free from frustration, woe to those who feed on imaginary nostalgia and impossible expectations; woe to those who fall in love with their roles and do not want to know to renounce them and grow.

If, instead, we practice accepting the daily contradictions; even if we know how to grasp and process our wounds, our why, then we can also open ourselves to that consolation that comes from our principle, from our being and from communion with others.

Going deeper, it seems to me that the essence of sadness consists in its being a pathology concerning our relationship with time; on the one hand the past is idealized as a time unquestionably better than the present one and is evoked with heartfelt accents of nostalgia not without a certain obtuseness. On the other hand we dream of realizing in a mythical future, what is destined to always begin tomorrow, or we fear the future due to the unknown factors that it can reserve. In other words, one way or another, one takes refuge in an imaginary world in order not to adhere to reality, but in doing so one does not grasp the present, like today, as the unrepeatable hour that is given to us to live.

To feel the sadness in front of a prospect of death, is proper to the human race; the keystone, along our path one has only when one sees love and when one knows that love can be the reason for and dying; then the sadness ceases and the beatitude and the make their way, always renewed that dwell in us.

is and therefore an antidote to sadness, to the ability to live the relationship with time in a suitable way, to live the present moment, the eternal present; is a virtue that unites human time in today and in the fullness of our being, anticipating our final dimension in the present, the of the goal that awaits us within universal knowledge.

is not a vague and spontaneous feeling, but a state to be sought with effort and commitment; we must obey the command of and practice it, fully, the present moment, so as to experience that neither the past nor the future can determine us, but that this is possible only by the today of our consciousness.

Each of us should start our day by raising our eyes to the sky and listening to the true impulse of our heart, thanking, in the way that is most proper to us, for having received that beautiful gift that is .

A particular form of sadness is envy and it comes from the awareness, from the observation of the good and happiness of others. The matrix of this state of being is the desire to have us the things of others, even if sometimes we would simply like the other person not to have those goods, those characteristics, and those specific gifts and that is why we try to hide this unmentionable feeling, of which we are ashamed.

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