There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf

At the moment when reality reveals itself in all its complexity, sadness becomes a constant companion. Understanding that life isn’t a grand adventure, but a series of fleeting, insignificant moments, can be overwhelming. Love, far from a fairy tale, presents itself as a fragile, fleeting emotion, hard to hold onto. Happiness, too, is a spark that appears now and then, only to vanish before we can fully enjoy it. This deep knowledge leaves us with a sense of loneliness, as if we’re disconnected not only from others but also from our own essence. Yet, it’s in that very loneliness that we find the potential to embrace our humanity and the beauty of the ephemeral. To live, in its most authentic form, is to accept both the sadness and the wonder of being aware of our fragility.