A Little Chat Between Happiness and Sadness

The Emotion Express.

The Emotion Express.

It was half past midnight and the Emotion Express was crossing a vast valley under the velvet sky.

Everybody was supposed to be snoozing, but it seemed that Sleep was exercising his favoritism. Pride was snoring so loud, his arms were even extending to his seat mate, Anger, who was struggling so hard not to push him over from his chair. On the seat in front of Pride and Anger, there was Envy, who was admiring Pride’s sound sleep, wishing she could doze off too. Amazement, who was seated next to Envy, was also awake, and was so surprised on how loud Pride’s snoring could be.

Next to Envy were Happiness and Sadness, who were also wide awake. Happiness was reading a book, with a soft smile on his face. Sadness, on the other hand, was twitching her pencil on her hand, as she was staring blankly on her small notebook.

Suddenly, the pencil jumped from Sadness’ hand. Happiness got it for her. “Can’t find sleep too?”, asked Happiness.

“Who can find him with that?”, Sadness answered as she pointed to Pride on the other side of the train. Happiness gave out a soft laugh.

“Where are you headed?”, Happiness asked again.

“Well, my former owner just died so I’m heading for the Emotion Recycling and Segregating Department,” answered Sadness, after a deep sigh.


This post had been transferred by the author to another blog named “Nimotsu Counter.” To know what happened to the conversation between Happiness and Sadness, kindly click here.

 

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IS THIS GRIEF?

Grief.  The word seems simple, not too jargonistic, not too deep.

Through the years, I develop my own definition of the word.  I know that it is always associated with death.  I also know that it makes one deeply sad. Movies and TV shows also support my definition.  But that’s the thing, I only know it.

Being in a film production industry, where working hours per day is close to twenty-four and where sleep is not a priority, I always have that “floating” feeling every after shoot.  Everything is so light; I cannot feel anything at all, my body, my emotions seem lost in the atmosphere.

It was already five in the morning of September 24 when I got home from a film shoot.  I alarmed my phone at ten o’clock because I have a meeting by one in the afternoon.  As soon as I put my phone at the bedside, I readily drifted to dream world.

The clock soon struck ten.  My phone alarmed.  Oh yes, it had been five hours but it was not enough to give weight to my floating body and emotions.  As I stopped the alarm, I saw two text messages.  The first one was telling me that my shoot the next day was packed up.  I was supposed to feel a bit happy because I can have more time to rest, but no, there is no emotion.  The next one is from a cousin of mine.  Curiosity was supposed to come out because this cousin rarely texts me.  But I just remained blank.  I read her message.  She said that my grandmother just died, after months of being in and out of the hospital.  I checked the time the message was sent.  It was fifteen past five.

I went out of bed.  I still was not feeling anything.  What’s happening?  I walked towards the bathroom.  I kept asking myself why there was no register of any emotion.  Am I that insensitive?  I undressed myself and turned the shower on.  I closed my eyes, still debating with myself, as the water started crawling.  What was happening to me? Had I just turned to stone?  Then I just heard myself sniffing.  I did not remember I have colds.  The sniffing continued.  I turned the shower off.  But water kept drifting, not from the shower, but from my eyes.

So is this what they call grief?  Is this how the word, which definition I had known for a long time, really feels like?  Is this what happens when one experiences grief?

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Mama Linda, it’s almost a month now.  We really miss you.