I recall reading about the 613 kinds of sadness from a book. Who knew such a diversity of sadness existed? There is the “sadness of hands”, the “sadness of domes[tic]ated birds”, the “sadness of a bad convers[at]ion”, even the “sadness of feeling the need to create beautiful things”.
I wonder which particular sadness overtook me. Keen as I am to classify, this one eluded my attempts to identify it. Perhaps it is an amalgam of different kinds of sadness, a chimera of sorts. Or perhaps it is simply the sadness of being sad.
“Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.”
– Psalm 42:11