All the sadness remains the same. We invest so much of our time into one thing that we cannot bear to imagine it walking away with our souls. But some things don’t last and we lose a bit of ourselves. We give more than we can afford until we feel an emptiness expand. And we ask ourselves what might we fill it with? Therein we discover misery; the friend we so often misunderstand. It so happens that we will grow with sadness and perhaps not watch it consume us. It becomes a part of us: in the way we speak, in the way we look at things, and in the way we get by. What we must do when we break is further break ourselves down to the point of pieces. Do not try to rebuild on the past. Live on instead. Shake new hands, dive into the spoils of your earnings, and treat yourself better than you did before.
The moment we can no longer live as the people we used to be, simply reshape life, reform life. You might just find some liberty in sadness if you look close enough.