As a rare feeler of uneasy emotions, I try to absorb it up when I can. I try to feel my feelings to the fullest extent, soaking in each drop before they slip away.
It’s bitter because I kick myself when I’m down. I wallow in my temporary sadness, letting it sink in deep and make my bones heavy. Feeling for a short time, a darker filter on my own life and the world around me.
It’s sweet because it’s a revelation in my own mind that I don’t have to live with- simply just experience it as it passes. I felt that, and now I understand. It’s sweet because it’s easier to write when you ache. It’s easier to create a spectrum of visual thoughts when you feel like you might never see the sun again.
So, I eagerly take the bad with the good. The teaspoon of sadness with the loving warmth of sunshine.
If it weren’t for sour, I’d never know sweet.
Wild Little Hare 