Sometimes we find ourselves consumed by an indescribable sadness, silent, with our foreheads pressed against the window and our souls in our pockets. We don’t really know what causes it, but what we can say is that we can’t face those days with the same enthusiasm we usually have.
What causes situations like these? We’re not talking about depression, which something completely different. We’re referring to those days when the thermometer that gauges our mood falls to zero. The times when we wander off our routines and abandon our hopes.
“You can’t prevent the birds of sadness from flying around your head, but you can prevent them from making a nest in your hair.”