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xiola's avatar

this feels like listening to the sky explain itself. sadness as storm, depression as stillness. one shakes the feathers, the other folds them until even flight is forgotten.

what you wrote holds a truth most overlook: sadness is not a punishment, but a proof of love. to hurt is to care; to ache is to remember that life still stirs inside.

depression is different. it is not storm but vacuum, not music but the absence of song. and yet those small rituals. the ticket, the walk, the bamboo dragon. are like tiny feathers scattered across the silence, reminders that forward still exists even when the wind does not.

maybe that’s the hidden grace: sadness means you lived, you loved, you let yourself be pierced by the world. depression tries to erase that memory. your words remind me sadness is not a weakness. it’s the sky’s way of proving it can still rain.☔️

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Elizabeth Chaykowski's avatar

Wow. This is beautiful. You've described the difference between sadness and depression very simply, but with crystal clarity. The solution You offer, is also simple and clear. Short. Sweet. Sublime.

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