I LOVE sadness. I am attracted to tragedy, the unbeatable tragedy of living that no happy ending can cure. My stories are about things like sexual abuse, human trafficking, murder, rape etc., My drawings were always of some kind of torture. I used to refer to it as a pain hard-on. I love angst but too much is not healthy.
It doesn't have to be about wallowing, for me it's about awareness of the human condition and realizing most things cannot be "fixed".
Nature is quite tragic but that doesn't make it any less beautiful.
I get nostalgic everytime the Autumn starts, I feel the emotion quite intense, and for a couple of days, I experience things in an sensitive way. That sadness is beautiful.
The sadness in movies/paintings/poetry/pictures is beautiful too.
Sadness with a real reason, when something bad happens to you or someone you care for, which only reminds you of the bad thing that happened , that sadness I do not like.
I'm a very funny person, but I never watch comedies, I mostly watch dramas.
There's something about the tragedy of human life that wakes up some deep feeling in me.
Hmm. I find the capacity to experience and acknowledge sadness as a component of life, and the myriad of other contrasting emotions, beautiful, as I think that's what makes us feeling, reflective, human beings, and to deny the truth that many aspects of Life are in fact sad and tragic is to deny the reality of life as, well, it is sometimes.
But I wouldn't say I'm drawn to sadness in particular, because to dwell on the sadness, and focus on it moreso than on joy and peace and wonder and curiosity & tons of other stuff, is to deny that other side of life, that other potential -- that truly amazing antithesis to the sadness, which is equally if not moreso beautiful, imo. And on a personal level, when it comes to the people in my life, I think I am more drawn to those who embody more joy and optimism out of life, and would be quicker to label this joy as beautiful than sadness as beautiful.
"...On and on and on and on he strode, far out over the sands, singing wildly to the sea, crying to greet the advent of the life that had cried to him." - James Joyce
You've made comments like the above elsewhere though. It's not easy to tell if you're joking. And now you're trying to say that you knew this. If that's the case, you're baiting. If you feel confused on ETP or something, I'm going to say you are then. That's what they do (young ones at least). With Fi or Fe, you'd have a better sense of mutual or social space and not use this thread of all places to find an audience.
The fact there are 2 areas of very bright 'sunlight' suggests this is during a nuclear conflict. The man knew it was coming and killed himself out of defiance: he wasn't going to let himself be killed in a state of terror, or be half-killed and die a slow, horrible, painful death. He wanted to control his own death. His daughter knows that very very soon, the blast wave will destroy her. She wants to be with her father on her favourite swing when she dies.