Can you share some insights about the feeling of disappointment?

Do you think of it as an indulgent/unproductive emotion, in that it argues with reality and teeters on the edge of self-pity?

Or do you see it as one of those necessary emotions we just have to sit with and allow before we can move on?

Does it depend on the “quality” of the thought that generates it? Or the action that we take from it?

Thank you!

Clotilde in Paris.