equal in sadness?

just one short visit of secret tweet and you do believe that sometimes life is stranger than fiction. life has changed in so many ways in the last centuries, things have been made easier for us - the inhabitants of the 21st century. but many main issues in human life haven't changed an inch.

nowadays there are many unhappy hearts under a satisfied skin. healthy bodies, perfect smiles, harmonious vitas and social schedules. and still sadness doesn't belong to the issues we learnt to deal with in an ideal way.

we can't avoid sadness, we certainly can pretend that we are fine but in many cases this state is just being assumed by the presence of a happy surface.

lately i have been thinking about the different ways of being sad: some look snow-whity beautiful, some look simply ugly in their craving for luck and love.
and here is another paradox - while some take xanax and become alcoholics there are some individuals who can sit down comfortably enough in this space of deep saddening feelings and write songs like "faith", or sonnets, compose tangos or symphonies and pain(t) chef d'oeuvres. or just express their feeligs creatively - write a blog-post about the sad story -  and not destructively. not just cry like babies or worse - behave like complete retards. this looks unfair to me. why aren't we equal in sadness?

maybe because we are all so different and should accept that nothing however familiar it sounds, isn't the same for two individuals.
and perhaps when stopping comparing we can become happier. why compare with others (often the greatest source of unhappiness) when we are completely different?

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