If sadness is an ocean, I’m privilege today to ponder it from a warm spot on the beach. With distance and comfort. The heavy waves lapping on the shore, the unseen riptide that can take hold and drown one towards depression, the smell of it, the vastness, the mystery lurking below the surface…. I know all too well what it is to float adrift in it with no sight of refuge but, this day, I’m like Johnathan Livingston Seagull. Nourishing myself with fruit from it, riding the thermal drift just above the surface, enjoying the reflection and play of light on its surface. Here I am, a perfectly happy human, contemplating sadness.

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