“Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.” God
“So turn ’em on, turn ’em on, Turn on those sad songs, When all hope is gone, Why don’t you tune in and turn them on” Bernie Taupin
There is plenty of pain and suffering in this world. Part of mental illness is being acutely aware to the insanity that we live in.
Sorrow is a bitter drink that everybody has tasted, rich or poor, king or pauper. We live in a world where cruelty is not only the norm it is the expected way of life. I think of the divide between bosses and employees. The mockery that money makes one superior. That lighter skin is portrayed as better than darker skin. Everyday somebody heart breaks.
Children are born innocent and they are free of the prejudices that we possess. The point is that the cruelty we exhibit is a learned behavior, it is not natural. I believe that we are created in the image of a God of Love.
Romantic love is a place where heartbreak and sorrow seem to abound. We possess hidden carnal desires for others. These attractions are kept hidden lest we dare admit them and be rejected. Over time if the affection is mutual the relationship blossoms and grows. Other times the advances of romantic love are brutally rejected. Unrequited love is a harsh experience.
The ‘sad song’ speaks to the common experience of having our romantic love spurned. Romantic love is far from a logical thing. When that rejection occurs it hurts with a bitter pain that we feel we are utterly alone in the universe and that not another soul could understand.
When we hear a sad song there is some sort of connection. The pain is transformed into strength. The bitter spurning becomes a cross and we become the noble martyr. After all isn’t it natural to fall in love? Is it our fault that we loved somebody and we were rejected?
I believe that whatever happens us will either work for our better or for our worse. Tragedy and heartbreak will happen to all of us who live long enough. How do we respond, that is the question that is important. Do we, forgive, move on, learn from our mistakes and allow the pain of something bad to teach us? Or does our outlook on life become negative, does anger and resentment build up, and do we linger in the past? Some people can find sweet release, others remain chained in their cage, but both hold the keys to their freedom.
Greatness in a person is one who in their depths of agony and hurt have the ability to reach out and help their fellow human being. It is as simple as that, no more, no less. People can create sophisticated philosophies to justify their lies and hatred, but in the end we are all human beings worthy of love and respect. Economics, race, religion, whatever doesn’t detract from our core equality. After all in the sight of God who has any cause to boast, all that we have were after all given by Him.
I have included a poem from “Poet To The Poor, Poems Of Hope For The Bottom One Percent” down below. If you like it please encourage me by saying so and please consider purchasing a copy of my greatest book of poetry. https://johnkaniecki.weebly.com/poet-to-the-poor.html
A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night
By John Kaniecki
Late night hush
Silence transcends to heavenly stars
Eternal lights never knowing sleep
Countless secrets they keep
No horoscope, no divination could give insight
And Allmighty God chose not to speak that night
Just like yesterday
Or the day before
And before and before and before
But one day, some day, we hope for more
Ten thousand agonies of a heart broken
Emotions overflowing yet nothing spoken
Except for the screaming of her misty tears
And the sounds of creations that have been echoing for years
It is not that there is no voice
It is that we refuse to hear
And that is by choice
Who has not known woe?
Or felt the bitter pain?
That nobody could know
Let alone explain
And so she remains in her solitude
Cept for the infinite stars above
And thus we conclude
Keeping in tact the mystery known as Love
Photos by karmadude,
Kaniecki, J. (2018). Sad Songs. Psych Central. Retrieved on April 27, 2018, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/fragments/2018/03/sad-songs/