Last night I thought of the mementos I held on to, and which I needed to let go of… not because they triggered pain or joy, but because they triggered nothing.
Then I came upon one curious piece– an old t-shirt– and my reaction was so honest it just made me smile: “I’ll hold on to this so I can wear it when I want to be sad.”
Do you ever want to be sad?
Everyone I know wants to be happy… but is there also merit in choosing to be sad?