A Quiet Sadness

Sometimes we come across something that stays with us. We continue with our day, but our thoughts return to it. There is a heaviness we cannot quite explain.

We can feel compassion for someone and also feel hurt. We can wonder about what they carry while trying to understand our own feelings. Sometimes we sit with both, unsure what to do with either.

Perhaps we wish we could be more honest with one another.

We may grieve the conversation that never happened. The small moment of understanding we kept hoping for.

We hope others will understand what we have not found a way to tell them. Sometimes we only recognize how much we were holding when we finally become still.

In that stillness, feelings arrive together. Tenderness and anger. Grief and relief.

We may prefer the version of ourselves who understands, who forgives easily, who needs very little.

Yet there are parts of us that remain hurt, that are tired of making sense of things alone.

Maybe we can make room for them as well.

We may never hear the words we hoped for.

And perhaps the quiet sadness holds more hurt and grief than we first realized.

We wonder whether what mattered deeply to us mattered in the same way to someone else.

There is an ache in that uncertainty, in having hoped we shared an understanding.

For now, we can be honest about what is here. Something has touched us. We feel compassion. We feel grief. We wish there had been more room to meet each other.

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