Sadness rules us. Whether it is a lost lover or a bad rainy day. It was never an emotional state, but a feeling which infiltrates our minds. We wake up in the morning and get right back into reality. My bed still smells like you. 7 AM. We drag ourselves out of bed into the dark and cold world of judgement. We choose clothing that will never fit well or feel right and our hair will never work the way we want to. The coffee you like suddenly tastes bitter. Strangers look grumpy and the wind has turned to the wrong direction. Every bit of human contact annoys you. Staring at walls, book and windows makes it all so empty. Even eating becomes a task and walking up the stairs make you tired. Everything you have to do becomes impossible, and anything you have done becomes ‘not good enough.’ And we look up, we breath and we walk. We continue, that is all we can to. When the world starts weighing you down, you bend, you never break. But you wake up the next morning and do it all over again. Lift it up. Lift yourself up.
Weight
The overthinking 
Thank you so so much for your comment. We are indeed capable of lifting the weight of this world. Have a blessed day x
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Beautifully sad… May seem like an oxymoron but this was very well written and in such a way that it can be identified with… Towards the end of course it says to lift yourself up- which sometimes is easier said than done. Yes, just the mere look of another person not to mention any words from them can be utter annoyances when stuck in such a rut of weighted down weariness… but sometimes there comes along a person strong enough to help lift that weight despite the resistance we give them. Then we can lift more weight than we thought we can bear and be encouraged more so to feel stronger for our next situation should we be on our own.
Awesome writing!
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Well put !
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