Sometimes I wish that people would stop being so upset about being sad. Sadness is at least half the whole journey, and we all know that in our soul and in our boots. It makes as much sense as complaining about happiness, and how unfair it is when happiness happens to us. Unresolved grief, unresolved joy. Either defined by absence or by presence. Same thing. There ain't no cure for love. Neither joy or misery can be resolved whilst we are alive. There is no closure. No one is actually going about making inroads into changing what the human condition is or means, because we natively know what life is and means anyway, and we always have.