#Sorrow

Lament is a theater where one stages their despair and sells tickets of sympathy to spectators. The louder the cry, the more powerless it reveals, never realizing true solace lies in silence. It catalogs sorrows while seeking the grounds of existence, imprisoning itself in an endless loop. Its outcry resonates like a siren that pushes salvation further away. Lament is the madness that lurks in the intermission of tragedy.

Mourning is the socially mandated ceremony cum personal PR stage when something dear is lost. It claims to wash away memories with tears, yet demands an obligatory SNS announcement to your extended family. Beneath your black attire and solemn demeanor lies a secret hope for someone’s consolation in this ironic festival of grief.

Sadness is the yawning void within the heart. Its silent presence absorbs the light around it, draining all color in slow motion. Everyone wishes to evade it, yet its arrival feels as inevitable as fate. Celebrated as proof of profound experience, it is eagerly commodified by storytellers seeking their next masterpiece. An eternal discordant creature playing on the strings of emotion.