Have you ever felt incredibly sad on a beautiful day?
The kids are playing outside, the sun is shining, flowers are blooming, birds are chirping, but you, you are sad.
There could be a reason for your sadness, maybe you thought about something which made you upset. Or maybe there is no particular reason to be sad. You just woke up and you didn't feel as good as other days.
You are not as outgoing on these days.
You don't wanna leave the house on these days.
You don't wanna see what's beautiful on these days.
Some call it depression.
I would say, you are so sensitive that you can feel the weight of the world's pain on your shoulders.
But let's not judge this sadness. It's beautiful and I can also tell you why.
Realizing that I can be incredibly sad on a perfect day gave me the most beautiful insights ever!
If I can't be happy on a perfect day, what difference does it make if I am poor or rich?
I can sit in a big house or a small house on a perfect day and still be sad.
So I guess, money and success are not what I really want. Isn't that a beautiful thing to know? I don't have any pressure to be successful anymore.
If I can't be happy on a perfect day, what difference does it make if I am famous or completely unknown?
I could be on a cover of a magazine and still be sad. So I guess, fame is not what I really want either. How relieving it is to find that out.
If I can't be happy on a perfect day, then I guess it doesn't really matter if I have the perfect shape or not. I can look in the mirror, see a beautiful body and still be sad.
Being perfect is not what I really want. Good to know that I don't need to compare myself to all these perfect magazine people any longer. They're probably sitting in their big houses with their beautiful bodies on a perfect day, feeling the same sadness we do.
If I can't be happy on a perfect day, it doesn't matter, if I am loved and seen by others. Because it shows that I could still be sad, even if a million people would give their full attention and love to me.
I'm realizing, attention is not what I really want.
So what is left that I can long for then?
What do I really want?
Here is my answer.
I want to know who I was, before everybody told me how I should be, before everybody told me who I am.
Being sad on a perfect day told me that nothing from outside will ever have the quality to make me happy.
Happiness is a state of being.
and it's my choice....