The Sadness

People who would overlook or diminish the sadness have not understood, and if they would say the past is over they have not seen it alive in our hearts.  We are the sadness and sometimes we are it more than anything else.  The past, at least on some days, is more vital than the moment.  They seem to be what anchor us.  It is not that all that is good and valued is over, or that happiness is not allowed to be real.  Rather it is that we have a part of our being in events that form us, and when time has covered them over the present times will not be any more over than in the history we already carry.  It means too that at the center of the core there is emptiness that rises up.  In the terrible sadness we can find more real than what surrounds it on other days, but there are those days, and there are times when the sadness does seem over.  There is happiness, too, and it is in its moments as real as anything else, but it seems more fleeting and less able to compete.