When we are sad, we are all a story of one feeling

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Hello steemian friends, Hope you all are fine,I'm also fine today. Today I am going to share my another gloomy situation of feeling writing.

When we are sad, not only one feeling works—the whole body, mind, thoughts, and actions stop. The pen in the writer's hand can no longer find words. He cannot write a line on paper despite many attempts. The poet who can express the deepest words of his heart with words also feels empty in his chest. Nothing like poetry comes to mind.
The artist who knows how to sing also loses his voice. The tone remains correct, but the melody is lost. The lively person standing on the dance floor also stops, his feet are stuck on the ground as if on purpose. Yet that person used to run in tune, in rhythm.

The lively person who talks all the time, laughs, and opens his heart to people—his mouth becomes locked. He remains silent because he cannot stop the storm inside. And the person who is already silent and withdrawn inside himself, then disappears even deeper. His silence becomes heavier, more lonely.
When we are in trouble, the person we always know to be strong—he also cries and howls. His tears cannot be held back. His strong face shows lines of fracture. The patient person then groans under the weight of pain, and asks himself—how much more pain is this?

And that person, who always knows how to make difficult decisions, whose eyes never show weakness—severe grief crushes him in an instant. He breaks down, completely exhausted.
Actually, we are all different in happiness. Some find joy in traveling, some in books, some in the presence of loved ones. But in the place of pain, everyone is the same. Everyone cries, even if no one says it verbally, the same burden is carried in our hearts. Pain, suffering, grief—in front of all this, we have no color, no mask. We are all human, only human.
This is probably the cruel truth of life—where pain comes and unites everyone.