Anger evaporates. Regret condenses into experience. Self-pity goes up in smoke. Sooner or later, everything dissipates. Everything except sadness.

It lingers on in quiet unsuspecting corners for indefinite lengths of time. Sometimes playing dormant, sometimes dead. But it's here to stay. Perhaps a little while longer, perhaps forever. It's not a bad thing if you look at it from a new paradigm. It's not even that hard, once you learn how to deal with it.

It's like sitting on the shore, where the sea kisses the sand. Sadness is like those waves that come in and wash over you. Sometimes they are frothy with delight and leave behind just a hint of the mellow. Sometimes they come in dead calm and serious, heavy and grey. Sometimes you're waiting for the waves, you're expecting them like the inevitable tears rolling down from moist eyes or choked throats.

Then there are those times when they catch you unawares, when you are lost in the beauty of a densely painted sky that's bidding goodbye to the setting sun, or you are meditating to the gliding gulls as they pass by your weary eyes. That's when they hit you; bang in the middle of evening song, cracking your crisp hard surface, exposing your moist yellow yolk.

You can either let the waves take you with them and deposit you at the bottom of that great wide and deep blue. Or you can chose to sit there and let them wash all over you before they return to the churning sea, empty handed and defeated. The waves, not you.