Definition The moment you look around and realize you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart, and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste. From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
I think most of us have experienced this before in some shape or form
Especially when you’ve been going through something
Especially when you haven’t been happy for a while and then
All of a sudden it hits you like a blinding flash of light
Then your mind does what it does
And overthinks comparing, finding flaws, and reminding you of just how bad everything really is
Till finally all you’re left with is the bitter aftertaste of soured happiness
And you wonder if it was really worth it
Because you feel worse than you did before
Especially since you’ve had a glimpse of happiness before your stupid brain picked it apart into meaningless scraps
So, you’re left in what is potentially a worse state than you were before the happiness
But as they say therein lies the rub
If you allow yourself to be tricked by your own mind back into the darkness and despair where it’s comfortable and familiar
Where you’re used to being when this feeling comes about this Kairosclerosis
Then you’re just giving into your darkest impulses and you won’t make any progress away from the dark places that haunt you
You have to harvest those meaningless scraps
And build them into a roaring fire inside of yourself to remind you what
Warmth and happiness feel like
To banish the shadows from your mind
And treasure that feeling of warmth and lightness for when the shadows encroach again
Because you never truly beat them
Just as the sun sets each day so too do those shadows come back.
A huge shout out to Sara Castaneda for introducing me to a new word and the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. Thanks for the suggestion Sara.
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This hits hard, reminding us that while shadows always return, so too can the warmth—if we choose to keep it alive. A poignant, honest reflection.