Saturday, September 10, 2011

Immer wenn ihr traurig seid

Man. I really haven't been on it with the posting schedule recently.

Why? The past two weeks have been horrible in a number of ways that individually are small but together have not left me in a good state.

Here is how I have got through it.

1. Let it out

I keep a confidante - commonly known as a journal. Getting all the ugly feelings down on paper is good; letting them fester is not. No one has to see it again, not even you if you prefer to let it out and then not think about it again.

The paper can take the weight of your feelings.

2. Listen to music

The title of this post comes from the Rammstein song "Ein Lied". It is my go-to song when I am feeling sad. When I am full of any other sort of bad feeling, my number one song is "Stein um Stein".

I am aware that my taste in music is probably not yours. However, undoubtedly there is a song that fulfills a similar function for you: that is, makes you feel better when you want to cry/disappear into the walls/commit acts of violence against those who have wronged you.

Find it.

3. Read this poem

"The Day is Done"

-by William Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me,
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavour;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labour,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.


4. Sleep

As the Russian proverb goes, the morning is wiser than the evening.

Take care of yourself.


  1. Hey there, I'm so sorry you aren't feeling your best, I hope things will look up again soon.
    The song is a bit too dark for my taste, it would drag me down even more if i listened to it on my sad days (i read all the lines...isn't the imagery way too dark? and the singer's voice creeps me out a bit...but hey, that's me and i listen to travis and micheal bublè, so i should probably keep comments on music to myself!) but i loved the poem.
    And i'm also right there with you with the sleeping, it helps, loads. Sad, sick, troubled, it, sleep won't ever hurt in any of those scenarios.

    so quoting you: 'take care of yourself', hope to hear good news soon =)

  2. Mm, music tastes are individual, I don't take any offense.

    Thank you so much for your concern. :)

  3. Hey man, don't diss on the bubble. He's super cool, super hot, livin' like a rockstar; he's supersuper! Super-superman...

    Glad you're back, E (I'm working on a nickname). I missed you. :)