Trying to pour out sadness is sometimes a useless exercise. Like most things in life, the only way to get rid of it is to experience it. To let it be, until it stops being.

However sadness is uncomfortable. For us and for the others.

Others should have nothing to do with our sadness. Unfortunately, most people are not used to witnessing sadness without context. Therefore, they don’t know how to deal with it. Sadness, we are taught, must have a place. A reason. An explanation. At least that’s what I was taught.

Sadness is acceptable when it makes sense. When it is justified. When it can be explained and filed neatly away. But sadness “just because” is not allowed. It is perceived as strange. Inconvenient. Something to be avoided.

But today, I refuse to dive into why I am sad. It does not matter. I just am. And that is fine. I will stop being sad soon enough.

Although I know I will have to invent some sort of excuse for others. So tiring — but apparently necessary. Otherwise, they will try to pry me open to find a reason. And that is a conversation I do not wish to have.

I want to sit in silence. Do nothing. Think about nothing. Just be.

And if I have to fight for the right to simply exist in that state, I will. I wish I didn’t have to. But I will.