Sadness feels like a great weight, but maybe that is an illusion. Maybe it is lighter than we think. Maybe no heroic maneuvers are necessary. Maybe life’s so-called trifles—the great beauty of small things—can save us. Maybe salvation is closer than it appears. All we need to do is reach out—and close the door.
An eyeroller that doesn't connect to the previous paragraph and also only THINKS it's insightful. Focus on the small things and sadness goes away? Is that the point? If so, I have quite a few rebuttals.
