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The sun was setting. Far to the east, threatening black clouds arose from the fumes of pollution from the several smoke stacks towering over the city. The streets were pock marked and dented with the recent shower of acid rain. Hot boiling steam from the sewers made the temperature of day much hotter than it really was. Just outside the borders of the city is a lake covered with muck and crude oil spills. Death and despair floated aimlessly on the surface of the unhospitable body of water. Corpses of dead fish, seagulls... bobbed just under the rim of the black slime. The black slime sensing fresh prey, extended it's corrupt and revolting tendrils farther...until it caught another unsuspecting victim, choking and engulfing, destroying, leaving just another emtpy shell behind, devoid of any life. Night set in, the stars were obscured by thick blankets of smoke. The day was done. Stores got ready to lock up and street lights were turned on to aid the bread winners, so they may travel safely. Few were fortunate enough to own automobiles so they could avoid the cold dangerous streets and dark alleyways. Most shops were already abandoned, finished for the day. Yet few doors were still open, desperate for any last minute customers. One such shopkeeper was Phil Anderson. Anderson had worked as a pharmacist for most of his life. At forty, he had little to show for. The pollution that caused the gradual decay of the city had had negative effects on business, as well as the environment. Phil, though by all means not an old man, showed signs of premature aging. His skin was pale and dry, wrinkled by the everyday punishment of the deteriorating sorroundings. Few strands of grayish white hair lined his almost bald, dandruff infested scalp. Looking at Phil with his characteristic limp, slouched posture and bulging belly one might think him an extremely unathletic person. But then again it was not entirely his fault.
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Sadness is an emotion that just about all humans would like to feel less of. From our very first temper-tantrums all the way up to the present day most people have tried to avoid feeling sad. Some of us even tend to assess how good or bad our week/weekends were on the amount of happiness (or sadness) we experienced. Is sadness such a negative emotion that nothing good can ever come from it. Some people, including the author of an article posted on the website psychologytoday.com titled “The Value of Sadness” answer with a resounding no-sadness is not useless and it can actually be very beneficial. It is important to note that the author is not talking about people suffering from depression. Depression is sadness to the extreme, leaving us feeling (sometimes) numb, lonely and hopeless. Depression can start for no specific reason, it also can develop from an overreaction of some kind of life stressor. Sadness, on the other hand, is a natural part of life. It is an appropriate response to something bad or unfortunate happening in your life. There is a saying that somewhat relates that goes something like this: ‘if your life is a flat line you might as well be dead’. I think that, among other things, sadness opens our eyes to what is really important in life. In short, it can be a very sobering experience in an otherwise chaotic world. Sadness also allows us to appreciate when we are the happiest which is why I think it’s important to acknowledge sadness when we feel it, but to also try not to dwell on it for too long