I love a sad story , a sad tune , a sad film , a sad landscape . Personally i have always been truly affected by the beauty of sadness . I do not see myself as a masochist and therefore i enjoy the pleasurable fun things of life , but there is something in sadness that touches my soul deeply .
When you see a comedy film you laugh , you have fun , the innocent and playful side of living comes to the surface and you just forget the painful inconsistencies of life . But when you watch a drama you were suddenly brought back to life`s little miseries and that sticks into your mind for quite sometime .
Joy is frivolous , light as a feather and written in the sand washed by the tide of life .
Sadness is deep , it voices our despair , anguish that in most of the cases follow us through life .
I think the beauty of sadness lies in the fact that it remind us that everything is transitory , frail and in that frailty lies its beauty .
The love for gardens in Japanese culture is related to the fact that flowers and extremely frail objects with a very limited lifespan and its precisely there that lies their beauty . Like King Priam says to Achilles " the Gods envy us because we are mortals ". Mortality gives uniqueness and glorifies the moment , who is beautiful because its brief and unrepeatable .Maybe there lies the beauty of sadness. The moment , unique carries the magic of the finitude of things .
Sadness also invokes the nostalgia of times past in which one was happy or has an happy image of those times .
The Portuguese have a word that describes that state of nostalgia. The word is "Saudade ".
Saudade is a feeling of loss , of longing for an object that one thinks will never have it back .
In spite of its element of suffering , Saudade carries with it a bitter sweet taste . Its a pain but a sweet pain , one that puts you in a dormant, dreamy state.
Proust knew it very well when in pages and pages of his " A le recherche du temps perdu " he tried desperately to capture the aroma of the coffee of his youth .
The best Art should wet your eyes and squash your soul .
