Sadness is present. It was one of my former mentors who instructed us to state it just like that, in lieu of: I am sad. The ‘I am’ statement being one that married or joined you to sadness.
It’s just that ‘sadness is present’ has a sound akin to taking roll in class where Sadness sheepishly answers from the back row, “present”. I wish that all my Sadnesses were in the back row, sheepish and barely audible. Yet this one feels as if it’s in the front row and it’s cleared out the entire row for itself.
Actually, I am hoping that Sadness takes a bathroom break because Mischief has plans. The plan is to stick a big thick wad of gum on Sadness’ seat. That way when the bell rings, Sadness will be stuck there. Ah, well now, Mischief has just been nudged by Wisdom and Kindness. They say, “All our emotions have a place here.” “But why does Sadness have to take up an entire front row?” I argue.
“It wants to be noticed and embraced like Humor is. It wants to see you welcome it the way you do when Joy bounces in the room. It wants to see your face light up the way it does when Surprise and Delight saunter in. It wants to be acknowledged just for who it is, not shunned. It wants to be first-picked to play in the game, not last. It takes up an entire row just to tell you, it has a right to be here. And while you have a right to ignore Sadness, in doing so, you lose out on the full technicolor experience of living.”
Mischief never did put that wad of gum on Sadness’ seat. Eventually Sadness sat in the center of the room, surrounded, embraced even, by all emotion. There was one day in particular when the whole class voted on the Emotion of the Quarter. Everyone picked Sadness. Sadness, flanked by all its Friends, beamed with pride as it accepted the award. It never sat alone in the back again nor cleared out an entire front row. It was content to simply Be.