Victor Hugo once said, “Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad.” I know it is a paradox, but I think he was really on to something there. Why do we like tragically, heart-wrenching movies? Why are so many classic novels somewhat desolate? Why does it feel like such a release after a good cry? Why do we like to remember broken relationships with a sort of sweet farewell? As Edgar Allan Poe penned it, “And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.”
As ironic as it seems, I don’t find that sitting just a little inside of this hushed, “lost-in-thought” attitude is all bad. Sometimes life has too much going on and happy can seem false, like florescent lighting on a grey day. As positive and optimistic as I am ninety-percent of the time, I’ve found that it is alright to let yourself embrace just a hint of blue space.
Caught in a moment of change … of in-between and loss and gain, I am wading in this pensive pool – just for today. Tomorrow I will be, “me” again, smiling and attempting to change the world, but right now? Melancholy fits me like my favorite pair of faded jeans, holed and worn … but necessary for the flaws I love. I hope you can find comfort in the middle places, and I hope this helps you understand that you don’t always have to know, sometimes you can just be.
It’s that thoughtful, in-between here and there place that cannot be pinpointed
(in-descript and mysterious).
In an age so demanding and decisive,
there is something quiet, and lovely about not always knowing:
… why you feel the way you feel …
… where you’re meant to go next …
… what you want … or don’t want …
… who you might decide to be.
Melancholy is that place between good and better that allows you to
to think –
to breathe –
It isn’t fake; it isn’t false.
It isn’t anything other than pensive – allowing time for contemplation
rather that reaction.
Some of the most formative moments of my life were born out of this place,
where what at first seemed impossibly sad,
evolved into a beautiful memory.
Like the last day of summer,
the loss of first love,
or the pain of a final goodbye you can’t change.
It might not be easy.
It might not be comfortable.
But do not mistake it for sadness …
because melancholy can grow your emotions if you let it.
That melancholy really can
Feel whatever you need to feel today.
All my love,