Many used to ask me, "why do you smile so much?" I always had this strange tendency to smile, even unknowingly. Colleagues would ask me why I was smiling even though I didn't feel like I was doing so. Now they ask me, "why don't you smile anymore?"

Melancholy. I think everyone needs some of it in their lives. It's as though without it, there wouldn't be happiness. If one were to ponder closely, he would find that everything is subjected to relativity - without one, there wouldn't be the other. Sorrow is antagonistic to joy, as fast is to slow, as dark is to light. Seems like there is a flip side to everything. Of course, you could think of it as there's always a positive side too. It's just a matter of perception, whether you discern the glass to be half-empty, or half-full. Maybe I'm just addicted to sadness.

Pessimism actually isn't as bad as most would think. It's the strongest kind of security that you could get. Laugh at me and call it cowardice, or stupidity, but it can be plain common sense too. I can never fall far, because I would never climb too high, such that I'll be unable to handle the fall. There may be someone to catch you, but what happens when the very person who brought you to the heavens, leaves?

Building your life, dreams and hopes around a single person. When he/she is gone, friends say, you'll be shattered and lost. Family say, move on with your life, there'll be someone else. Others say, I told you so. I say, I loved with all my heart and have become wiser, sadder yes, but much wiser.

Push a man down and he'll stand up, stronger than before. Take his material possessions and he'll get them back, one way or another. But break his heart, and he may just never recover again.


He's giving you all that I never could. For the first in a long time, I sense that you're truly happy. Stay that way, stay happy.