When I’m sad,
I ask myself,
Am I really sad?
Or is it just my mind that drives me into sadness?
Because the sky still stands when the sun leaves it
Night is only a color of darkness that without it
The moon won’t be seen
So, when I’m sad,
I go to my garden
Looking for small things to observe
There are many wonderful living things I’ve never known before
Or,
I have seen
But,
I forgot how they live through many years full of emotions
And how they keep existing though they grow into new generations
The old things may have passed away
But they come again into a new thing
So, what do I mean by sadness?
Am I really sad?
Or,
Is it just my mind that drives me away from happiness?