Life is filled with happiness, sadness, tears, smiles, laughter and other emotions: but when life gets you down, be strong and have faith. Sometimes you may be happy and sometimes be sad; that is the way of life. Sadness remind us the important of happiness in our life. Sadness give us the opportunity to ask for change and offer a better way of living.
Dita Von Teese once said “some days are just bad days, that’s all. You have to experience sadness to know happiness, and I remind myself that not every day is going to be a good day, that’s just the way it is! “
Sadness sometimes bring the best in people because it may create an environment or condition we do not want to stay.
The Story of a Banker – Ilan Ganot
With his son’s life on the line, Ilan Ganot founded Solid Ventures to identify, acquire and develop therapies for Duchenne muscular dystrophy (DMD). He resigned from JP Morgan Bank to form a biotech company in his quest to save his son. He was sad when the 2 year boy was diagnosed with DMD. He did not decide to lose hope or fully relied on the doctors but rather used his investment banking background to raise fund for the new venture. Yes, he did raised over US$17 million.
I am seriously focused, because I have one problem in my life,” Ganot said. “We’re going to become the center for excellence in DMD.
You may feel sad when you lose job, fail exams or end a relationship. You should not allow sadness to put you down or lose complete hope in life. You should rather sit and think smart about how to get out of the grief.
No, I’m not suggesting that anyone should get stuck on sadness – that would be depression. However, acknowledging, expressing, and resolving your grief would lead to greater health and happiness. Always
Before I leave the keyboard, let remind ourselves with some of great quotes on Sadness and Happiness.
- Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. ― Dr. Seuss
- It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness. – Charles Spurgeon
- We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have. Frederick Keonig
- When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed-door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us. – Helen Keller
- Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself. – Walter Anderson
Always remember that sadness is part of the temporal change which can help you understand what really matters in life including love and kindness.
Sadness can bring more happiness into your life. What are your thoughts?
The Saddest Day Of My Life
Life is strange mixture of joys and sorrows. Some days are so sad that they take away all joy and peace from the life of man. I cannot forget the day that was the saddest day in my life. It was the 25th of June in the year 2002. The night had been sleepless because of scorching heat, attack of mosquitoes and frequent failure of electricity. Early in the morning as I was dozing off to sleep, a postman woke me up. It was a sad news. My elder brother who had gone to Pune to attend a seminar on education died there in a road accident. Hardly had my parents left for Pune by car when a police party reached out place. I lost ground under my feet. They had warrant for my arrest in connection with a student agitation in our college. They did not listen to my entreaties and took me to the police station. I rang up my lawyer friend but he was out of station. It was only in the evening that I was bailed out. As I reached home, I found my younger sister crying bitterly. She told me that my nephew had been admitted to the hospital because of severe pain the stomach. I rushed to the hospital in a rickshaw. On the way I broke my leg and had to keep my leg in plaster for over three weeks. It is rightly said that misfortunes do not come alone. Even today when I remember that day of untold miseries, my heart comes into my mouth. It was really the saddest day of my life.
Essay No. 2
The Saddest Day Of My Life
Life is a mixture of laughter and tears, joys and sorrows. There are events of both light (happiness) and shadow (sorrow) in life.
The 22nd June, 1989 is the saddest day in my life. on this day a number of sad events took place. I can never forget this day. It is the blackest spot in my memory.
I had appeared at inter Examination. Some of the papers were quite stiff. I had not fared well in Mathematics. I have never been good at Mathematics. I was waiting for the result with fear. On this day the saddest one in my life – my result was to be declared. I looked at the result. My fears only turned out to be too true. My roll number was missing in the list of successful students.
My old father was then ill. He had been suffering from high blood pressure. The news of my failure shocked him. He was almost speechless with sorrow.
I thought of my poor old man. He expected much of me. I was once the brightest boy in the school. All my teachers spoke highly to me. But mathematics had let me down.
It appears as if circumstances conspired together to undo me. Fate had turned against me. There was still another shock in store for me and the whole family. My elder brother was employed in Civil Supplies. He was the head clerk in the office. He had been suspended on the alleged charges of corruption. It was alleged that he had taken bribes from the people. He was not on good terms with the boss. He made out a false case against him on his report he was suspended.
An inquiry of the police into the alleged charges against my brother was held. We were sure that my brother’s innocence would be proved. There was not much evidence against him. But the police collected a mass of lies against my bother. All false evidence was cleverly put up before the magistrate. We thought that the learned magistrate would see through the game and know the truth. But no, even the magistrate was befooled by the crooked evidence of the police.
It was on this day at about 8 p.m. that we received a telegram. When I opened the envelope, my ailing father impatiently inquired of the contents. With tears in my eyes, I told my father that it was the dismissal order of my brother. My father was wild with grief. My brother was the only bread- earner in the family. We all depended on his earning for our very life.
The shock was too severe for my old sick father to bear. He died under it. The whole family wailed. My two younger brothers and a sister were beside themselves with grief. They wept bitterly./ the people of the village came to sympathies with us in our tragedy.
This indeed was the saddest day in my life.
Essay No. 3
The saddest day of my life
A death in the Family
He saddest day in my life was June 18, 1994. It was the day when my brother, Tara Singh, died.
He was working in the Central Public Works Department and was quite hale and hearty on June 17th , 1994. He took half a day’s leave from his office to keep his appointment with Dr. Carrolli for medical checkup in the Willingdon Hospital. The Doctors detained him overnight for checkup and he could not even inform his family about his detention. Nor the hospital authorities took necessary steps to inform his people so that they could attend on him or at least not feel worried about him. As he himself was tied up with various instruments, he could not even telephone to his people.
At midnight I received a call from one of his co- patients about his presence in hospital and detention overnight.
The next morning I met him in the hospital and he talked normally about business and family affairs. He told me to go leave. But as I reached his office to get leave for him, I was informed by his colleagues that he was already dead. They had received this information from the hospital. I could not believe my ears till I reached the hospital and found him really dead.
We removed him in the ambulance to his house on the Roshanara Road. As it was summer, we had to put slabs of ice round his body to keep him for the night at home. Early next morning we took his dead body to Nigambodh Ghat and there committed him to the flames. The memory of his death will never pass away from my mind.
Often I spend the livelong nights on the banks of the Hindon River and think of his death. Why did he die? Why he had to die? What is death? Is death the end of life? I can never get these questions of my mind. I have seen many deaths but his death has left an indelible mark on my mind.