Lately, I’ve been turning this idea over in my head: if sadness had a taste, would it be like that stale, empty feeling after eating too much junk food or more like missing something bigger, something interstellar? As a tax consultant, I spend a lot of time crunching numbers, but my real passion is wondering about the universe (and whether we’re alone in it). Maybe sadness is just Earth’s way of making us crave more than what’s on our plates.
What do you all think? Ever had a moment where the mundane felt extra heavy, like you were meant for something beyond the daily grind? Or am I just hungry in the wrong dimension? Would love to hear your takes!