I realized today that sorrow is something very particular to me. I am not sorry if I stub my toe... I am angry. I am not sorry if I quit my job and tell my lame ass boss to stick it up his ass... I am vengefull. I am not sorry if I get caught by the Gardaí with no tax, NCT or working lights at night time... I am thinking kicking myself that I did not fix my car up sooner.
But when I hurt someone I care about or when some I care about has left me...
then...
I am sorry.
Sorry I did not spend more time with them. Sorry if I screamed at them because I really just wanted to hold them and show them I care. And then there is the greatest sorrow of all. When someone passes away, dies. And you know that you will never again get to speak to that person again...
Sorrow I think is a result of having enjoyed something or someone. A result of loving their company or loving them. With true joy comes the risk of true sorrow. Or is it that where there is no risk that there is no happiness or sadness?
The more you give yourself over to something the more you risk loosing. But boy is the risk worth taking.
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