Outrunning sadness in the age of algorithms

Sadness is not a state of mind but the very state of being until we bridge the gap between us and the acceptance. The journey takes a lot of courage and intent because the bridge gets narrower and thinner with each step forward. The trick in managing to survive is to regain balance and reducing the overhead weight you hold by populating your mind with thoughts that never get answered. In this very journey, a lot of underrated and unnoticed things act as a blanket of comfort in our lives amidst a tornado of chaos surrounding us. What you initially thought of to be a heresy could potentially become the only source of light. Whatever you might have seen so far in life would only be a fraction of what your entire life would be but still will contribute in some way in making who you are as a person. Whatever we name the emotions as at the end of the day, be it melancholy or elated, the basic feeling we want to be running away from us sadness which maybe presented in any form. You cannot outrun a feeling but you can definitely change the track you are running on to make it hurt less.

What we do or feel for a certain situation or person will never be the same all our life. It takes its own share of crescendos and descendos according to the way we think about different aspects in life. The point is, you hold the control in your very own hands but which button you press shouldn't be dictated by external forces. Decisions should be personal and proper from the heart, not from agenda and propaganda from the mind. Don't try to find relatability in someone else's story to comfort you from the suffering of your own life. Yours is only yours to live but for everyone else to judge, coach and view. Regrets are a big part of sadness and it's very human to feel them. The best we can do is not to pressure ourselves to minimise regrets, instead, reduce this runway between regrets to retrospection. The lesser what-if's that your brain needs to process the more what-now's you can afford. Not everything you go through will have a justification or an answer and the sooner you realize that fact, the sooner you would be accommodating of the transition.

Some mysteries don't have an answer but only a question that keeps evolving with time long enough for it to end up becoming an assertion of some form. You meet a lot of people in your life on a daily basis and only some stick around for longer time. They may not be the ones you share the most traits or behaviours with but still they stick around to complete you and your journey. We all have our own lives, problems and solutions to deal with and no two people can have ideal interests while emerging through this jungle of journeys. Although the interests do not align, somewhere down the line, the incompatibility is triumphed by the very nature of human beings under the guise of emotions. Those emotions and situations which are instilled with interactions that we never would have been part of if not for that other persons presence in our life. So, do not neglect your social life in the angst of giving time to yourself. Besides, social life is one of the most misunderstood concepts in the recent times.

Your social activity is not based on your interests after a certain point, You need to be active because a few norms have been set to this world in the form of streaks or stories. You keep uploading something or the other on your socials to stay relevant, in touch and significant to people's life. The social media is also such a diaspora of content that you will find something to post at the end of the day. Suddenly, it becomes a cycle where you start living and feeling things so that they fit into the algorithm and enhance your persona online. You are still posting things, but this time around, it is because you want to be heard and you want to be seen relatable. It becomes a silent cry to the world because what you are going through cannot be self realized. It is a pattern ingrained within everyone on the platform you are posting. It is similar to looking for a rose in a bed of thorns. The roses got plucked out in the process of making the bed and you have become an insomniac no longer capable of enjoying a night's sleep without the pillowing comfort from your peers online.