And maybe that’s the problem, my dear. You own the pain too much—sometimes, you exaggerating-ly own it—without a prior knowledge of how the pain existed in the first place. You deep-skinning-ly embrace it. You let it devour you. Slowly. Slowly but surely.
I guess, it’s more likely the mind that put us in the whirlpool of sadness rather than the circumstance itself. Or maybe, we were so used into thinking that we’re sad, that we’re tired, that we’re broken and lost. That’s why happiness can’t find its way to us.
And maybe that’s the problem, my dear.
We let our mind rule—in wrong way.