Is it just me or does it seem like there are lot more words to vividly describe sadness and all the negative emotions than there are for positive ones? I mean I fully expect to actually be completely wrong for thinking this, and maybe only see things in such a light because I, personally, suffer from an affinity for such words but I doubt I'm the only one.
Maybe it's because in our moments, seconds, days or years we spend on this living, breathing earth we are never guaranteed to experience good, positive, beautiful things. While on the other hand, we will most definitely without doubt face hard times and sadness... And in understanding this, sadness therefore becomes much more relatable than happiness and joy. Fear is instinctive, while feeling content is not. And I guess to address this, over time variations and more specific descriptions of things like pain became necessary so as to foster better understanding and communication. Because in those dark moments, people hunger, thirst, call and claw for attention while when fully content or happy, one truly does not care what is going on or the logistics of the ordeal. Nor even the exigence (varying from individual to individual). They just soak in the bliss that is happiness and for them that is enough because of course relative to utter despair and emptiness, anything is a step up. But that is something that has to be thought about and considered, and some never take the time to formulate such things.
It would seem that even in the development of language, the old adage that misery loves company had some effects and applications, while joy on the other hand and all its cousins were left unexamined because, in the end, it's good enough that you felt them at all. As if to say that to more vividly express them is unnecessary, or to be a braggart.
But as I write this, I feel that one could just as easily propose the same thing be true for, instead, positive emotions and words and that the not-so-fun emotions lack attention due to our cultures constantly swaying and incredulous views on people expressing vulnerability and "being real"... Which then brings me to the conclusion I guess that, contrary to what any parent or grandparent will tell you, people were just as joyous and hateful and confused and sad and blissful and self-destructive as they've always been, only in different mediums and with different contexts than what was relevant or available prior... Which I guess goes to show that nothing that happens on this earth conceptually is truly untrod territory, and only "new" relevant to the changing contexts that they pop up in. And I guess to tie this back in to what I was saying earlier, this means that people have (probably) always had these same thoughts as I and depending on their experiences had been on either one side of the tracks or the other both looking at the tracks that physically split them that have never actually changed if that makes sense. Those endless tracks on another level actually connect those two immortal demographics and in so doing, bring to mind that maybe, just maybe, the problem has never been a certain place or event or culture, but rather this world and us sentient apes that call it home that have brought on such things.
And while many, chronically sad or happy push and pray for a more perfect world, there's a certain wisdom that comes in understanding that such things will never, and can't ever be. People will always have different definitions of what is best for the world, and what must be done to achieve such things. And that is OKAY. It's not always so important or necessary that every heart should beat for the same cause, but rather that they, we, all see that this world that we live in is flawed and that happiness, while not a given, is worth all the pain.
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