Feel

Emotions are a gift to the living. The ability to cry, grieve, rage, and smile are all unique to those still drawing breaths. Wrapping the rest of the experience in a false joy is to cheapen the experience of live. Spending too long in any one state denies the full range of feelings that we have access to.

Do not be afraid to cry over whatever it is that brings you to tears. Allow yourself to be angry when things don't go your way; that's only natural and part of the ride. Maybe we didn't choose to get on, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy it.

Blood, sweat, and tears are exclusive to the living. Misery, anger, and struggling are things that we can all do still. They don't feel the same way joy makes us feel but they are experiences unique to us that will leave sooner when they are experienced in full for their own duration. Do not allow joy to fool you that they are the only emotion worth experiencing. Joy does not know what it means to be human, they only know what it means to be happy.

Being able to be anything but happy on a given day is the joy of living. There is no high without low and there is no delight without sorrow.

Days of tears so copious one could drown themselves will come and they will pass. Embrace them as they come and allow yourself to be swept up in their tempting hysterical states. The living weren't given moving mouths only to smile. Let yourself frown. The next genuine smile will be all the more rewarding for what you've allowed yourself to go through.

There will be times you want to bore a hole through the earth itself to escape what you feel. Hiding in the earth is for the dead. Ignoring reality is for the dead. Rest from the tyrant that is emotion and the chemicals of life is for the dead. Slowly reaching a state to remain in forever is for the dead. Until we join them we have so much to experience.

Many things can come in the life ahead. Loss unimaginable, lusting for things never to be had, wishes to do unspeakable acts of violence, painful reminiscing, and a soul wrenching hollowness are all emotions. They all beg to be experienced along with the love and the celebrations. Give them their time. Leave the unwavering stillness to the dead.

Some days we envy the dead. Allow yourself that emotion, but in the name of it resist the urge.