The Eulogy Of Sorrow

The Eulogy Of Sorrow

I am but a mindless romantic, with dreams beyond desires, and hopes beyond dreams, but I have chosen today the tremendously difficult task, to deliver the last words of respect to our dear friend sorrow. We stand here, joyous and ecstatic, at this funeral, to bid goodbye to a friend, who taught us that the world was not just what it seemed, but more, and a friend who taught us that life was not just what it seemed, but more, and a comrade who never abandoned us until we discovered that which we sought most, his misconceived greatest rival, happiness. When I was four, the world was a pool of playthings, and I thought it was perfect.
But sorrow, the teacher of honesty crept in ever so slowly and taught me, that though all was not perfect, there existed in us the ability to live with the imperfect!
When I was twelve and change was inevitable, sorrow, the teacher of life crept in ever so slowly and taught me, that though change was inevitable, there existed in us the ability to accept change!
When I was in a world of color, fascinated by all that caught the eye, sorrow crept in ever so slowly and taught me, that all that glittered was not gold!
We lived our years despising sorrow, cursing him, radiating enormous amount of hatred towards him! Little did we realize that at the station of creation, sorrow was intertwined with our existence!
Every time in life I sought a meaning to happiness, I understood that true happiness could be discovered only if true sorrow had been discovered!
Sorrow our dear friend, today strike me it does that you were the gift of heaven!
The billions gathered here, at your funeral, offer you their most immense gratitude for the works you have committed in their lives.
You devoured pride when it wished to cause my downfall, and you taught me humility when I wanted it not, but needed it. And then in my hands you lovingly offered the great treasure of wisdom. Now it has come of my mere human understanding, that your presence in my life was a basic necessity! Now it has struck my humbled heart that you were as vital to it as the blood that quenches its thirst.
My dear friend, I wish to honestly declare, that the world will never miss you, but will always be thankful for what it has learnt beneath your taming stick! You were indeed, a ruthless disciplinarian yet a great teacher, and though every minute the world wished you to flee, you moved not an inch but proceeded with your task. Your task to lead us to your misconceived rival, happiness! How cruel of the world to shed not a single tear at your passing, the world you tamed and taught, loved and cared for! But I understand that this is your fate, and I know you knew it as well, from the very beginning.
Now that your task has been accomplished, the world celebrates in joy and happiness!
What an ignorant world? A world which knows not where its joy came from! A world which fails to realize he who it despised most, brought to them what it desired most!
My gratitude will never suffice to do you justice, but I know you wish not for it.
You were my teacher, and when distracted I was by colorful snakes and dangerous desires, you were there to lead me where I was meant to go.
When I was lost in a world overflowing with materialistic fanatics, you taught me that the satisfaction of human desires were naught but a temporary pleasure, but there was a deeper meaning to my existence in this world.
The time has finally come, to bid you goodbye. I am grateful for the true happiness you helped me discover! I know will come the moment when the world shall be grateful as well. Sorrow my friend, may your soul rest in peace.

Screamjack