“My kingdom for someone to ride with.”
“Way out in Seatlle, young Kurt Cobaine . . . “
“Your joy is killin’ me.”
“Things are even worse here than they sounded.”
“It was a dark December.”
Those are all lyrics from the five songs I listened to the most in 2019, according to Spotify. Not at all happy. But they make me happy. What’s that about?
Melancholy is a gift.
One thought on “In Praise of Melancholy”
Thanks, Rocky, for the gift of this observation. Sometimes melancholy is the correct response. It certainly beats being told to smile.