The Beauty in Feeling Blue

When listening to a sad song, the lyrics can evoke within you an abundance of emotions. You may shed tears and your heart may feel heavy. Even though those lyrics are speaking of heartbreak, it is compelling you to listen closely. There is a certain beauty in the melancholy.

People may associate sadness with gloom and grey skies, but it's an emotion that's so human. When you cry, you may feel inclined to hide any traces of your tears. Because you're scared of anyone seeing you experience anything other than sheer joy.

It may sound strange, but heartache is necessary. If you were only ever happy, you wouldn't appreciate happiness. If there were no tears, you wouldn't see the loveliness in a smile. It's just like if rain ceased to fall, rainbows would fail to leave you wonderstruck. We wonder why it is that we find peace in songs of sorrow. But it is because sorrow is a human emotion we all feel. Just like joy.

So sadness shouldn't be covered up or buried away. We have to allow ourselves to cry. So many profound works of art were created when the artist was sad. So many poems were written by poets feeling a sense of despair. There is a poignance in the blues that can fill our lives with colour.

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Poem by @writing_15_

Photo source: writing_15_ I'd like to present a poem written by a friend of mine. She's fifteen years old and a very talented writer. You guys can check out her Instagram . Writing_15_ also has a new blog where she posts her poetry, book reviews and short stories. I watched you fade away, slowly. Then all at once. Like I watched the petals of a flower, fall to the ground. Parts of you fell away faster than others. Your sense of humour stayed, but your kindness fell of the stem. You aren’t the same person you once were. Your petals continue to fall. You are slowly changing into nothing but a stem. The water you need is no longer available, like the attention you no longer receive. Your petals have fallen to the ground, leaving nothing but a stalk. You have changed, leaving nothing but a stranger. ...

Wit Heinings(An Afrikaans Short Story)

Die trein kaartjie. Dis al waaraan sy kan dink. Die trein kaartjie; dis haar sleutel tot vryheid. Tot asemhaling, ja dit sal haar longe weer lug laat proe. Binne haar handsak – die glinsterende bottelgroen een wat sy verafsku, die een wat hy vir haar as geskenk vir hulle eerste huweliksherdenking gegee het (nie noodwendig oor die kleur, of die gehalte, of die prys nie, maar eerder oor die sentiment wat daaragter skuil) – tussen die voue, lê die vierkantige papiertjie. Sy vroetel met haar vingers binne in die bottelgroen mond, haar hand Jona en die 'geliefkoosde' handsak die vis. Uiteindelik voel sy die kaartjie– dit was darem nie ingesluk en weggevoer nie. En blaas saggies uit. Die agterkant van haar skedel raak aan die koel muur. Daar's niemand langs haar nie. Haar oë gaan toe en prentjiemooi beelde van 'n paradys neem haar verstand oor. Alleen lê sy op 'n goue strand, geniet die ligte somer briesie oor haar vel. Sal iemand haar as mal beskou indien sy nou '...

A Quiet Kind of Thunder - Sara Barnard - Review

Steffi has anxiety and is selectively mute. She knows basic sign language and is assigned to look after Rhys. He can't hear, but he listens and he and Steffi communicate in their own silent way. They navigate the world with a quiet power and show that a whisper can be louder than a shout. A Quiet Kind of Thunder left a mark on my heart. I can't even explain how much I enjoyed this book! The characters are so memorable and multilayered. Steffi and Rhys are an endearing pair and I love how they communicate with each other. Their relationship isn't perfect. It's messy and full of ups and downs, but that's what makes them real and relatable. There might be a barrier between them, but they work through it. This novel is beautiful, not only because of the love story, but also because of the relationships between the main characters and their families. This book shows that being gentle isn't a weakness and introverts can thrive in this world.

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