The realness of sadness, the realness of happiness, the realness of feeling in between. The cultivation of sadness as you walk on a broken sidewalk in your neighborhood and see lawns in front of shacks strewn with weeds in withering yellow grasses, amongst Dandelions flowers that are seeding and blowing everywhere into your yard as well as your neighbor's.
Nothing is perfect. So to not try to only want to see perfection and to appreciate that there are failings and difficulties and thus goals to reach to strive to improve, to improve yourself and your environment, to teach others and to shovel the dirt out your door.
A wall in front of you with a black mark of a scuff, a bad smell in the air. All real, and you detect it all with your senses. Even having 6 senses, a Sixth Sense which is intuition, intuition or as also said as Prophesy to be a mysterious sense but even in its mystery being very REAL.
To hear loudness or a screeching sound, to lower your eyebrows in your feeling of the irritation of this sound, to develop a seriousness and an appreciation of feeling the need to spend your life accomplishing Tikkun Olam, the healing of the world. Feeling the needs of others who need this healing and you being able to provide them with it.
Taking out the garbage to be picked up by your neighborhood garbage truck, smelling the content of the garbage can, and wrinkling your brow as you inhale it. Using this experience to feel the plights of others who daily live in filth and cannot discard it into a garbage can like you can.
Taking these real feelings of sensing the good with the bad and having an acceptance of each having their place in the world, to feel bad so you can contrast it with feeling glad, to do this contrasting to experience both.
In having an acceptance of the bad one develops a natural toleration of the bad and it can be integrated into one's life and lose its ill effects.
Incorporating sadness with happiness, both into your life, living a real life, a healthy life with a full range of emotions, not to suppress yourself.
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