Beloved pets die.
You might as well die.
Dorothy Parker’s original brilliance:
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
The occasional pill,
Might give you a thrill,
Though you can’t always find a good dealer.
And some say alcohol,
Doesn’t help much at all,
And it’s really not much of a healer.
But when life hands you lemons,
You can make lemonade,
Or take them with shots of tequila.
Today’s word is a feeling. It’s similar to sadness but it has a different quality. Sadness is fleeting and shallow and easy to overcome. Tripping into a mud puddle while walking home in a downpour with no umbrella might make you sad. But a hot bath and a steaming mug of hot chocolate is all it takes to make your sadness disappear.
Sorrow, on the other hand, is not like tripping into a mud puddle.
Sorrow is like sinking into a deep inky black ocean. Its blackness envelops you as it pulls you down, down, down to the bottom.
The expression “drowning in sorrow” is a fairly accurate description of what it feels like. Often it takes a fully-mounted rescue operation to pull you out of it. But just remember that when you emerge from that deep ocean of pure sorrow, you’ll have a greater understanding and appreciation of pure joy.
“Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion.”