Melancholy..

Greetings,

Being perpetually happy is the best way to live life. But, when sadness is nurtured, life is just a medium. A portal. A link between an unknown origin and an inevitable death. A random route, which when travelled on, reveals fascinating sceneries.

To sustain sadness one needs to understand the reason or reasons for doing so. The loss of a loved one, the belief that premature death is imminent, the sheer loneliness of living a relationshipless life, the breakdown of all will to achieve anything except the desire to never experience bliss and a multitude of other causes will force one to seek a melancholic life.

Fostering blues is not everyone's cup of tea. Like most elegant creations, it is an art by itself.
Tending a broken heart is very noble as well as an excruciating examination of gauging one's emotional intelligence. Appearing distressed forever or seeking sympathy wouldnt be an act of a mature melancholic mind. It would just be an expression of seeking attention.

A pebble is enough to shatter glass. But even the most expensive length of exquisite thread which has been inserted into the eye of a needle most fine, cannot mend a wounded organ of love. But the organ will still keep beating as the sadness which was born during its lynching will transform into a seeking soul. A soul which seeks peace only in symphony with sullenness.