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I will always wear this scar. It's called love.
Grief, we know where we've been. We know where we want to be.
But in all of the sadness, when you__e feeling that your heart is empty, and lacking, You__e got to remember that grief isn__ the absence of love. Grief is the proof that love is still there.
You can do the impossible, because you have been through the unthinkable.
Grief, as in everything, should be experienced in moderation. There is a time to grieve heavily but then there is a time to set it aside and become happy in life again.
Every road leads to sorrow. All aspects that make life beautiful _ friendship, love, art, and truth _ will end. All aspects that make life hideous _ pain, poverty, illness, betrayal, hate, crime, war _ will also end. The fact that human life is a mere blip on a cosmic scale is no reason for personal angst as we came from nothingness and will return to the great void that birthed us.
Time possesses emotional potency. For persons whom suffer from of bereavement, time possesses a healing capacity. Passage of time cures heartache by dimming the mind__ attunement to painful occurrences. For some people, the passage of time is akin to placing a welcomed physical boundary between themselves and past horrors. Passage of time allows us to forget and the ability to forget is medicinal. Time acts as a mental barrier between our present mental state and the pain that we once felt.
I wanted to feel less.To not be burdened by emotion,To not feel sadness,To not know loss.I envied the inanimate,The trees that stand proudly in winter,Not missing their leaves.
Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wail, has a way of fading away.
Dancing in the rain is better than despairing in the storm.
I have lived in the shadow of loss__he kind of loss that can paralyze you forever.I have grieved like a professional mourner__n every waking moment, draining every ounce of my life force.I died__ithout leaving my body.But I came back, and now it__ your turn.I have learned to remember my past__ithout living in it.I am strong, electric, and alive, because I chose to dance, to laugh, to love, and tolive again.I have learned that you can__ re-create the life you once had__ou have toreinvent a life for yourself.And that reinvention is a gift, not a curse.I believe your future self is a work of art and that science can help you create it. If you__e lost . . . if you__e gone . . . if you can barely absorb the words on thispage . . . I want you to hold this truth in your heart: when it__ your time to go, you won__ wish you had spent more time grieving; you__l wish you had spent more time living.That__ why I__ here. And why you are, too. Let__ live like our lives depend on it.
In my gut-wrenching honesty and by acknowledging our big, big God, I found peace.
To ease a grieving heart is the world's greatest pleasure, more so, when the heart is yours.
The intensity of my grief hits the mountains across Eclipse Sound, and then echoes throughout Arctic. There__ nobody around. I can barely see the town below the hill, nestled within the valley of barren tundra, across from the tiny airport, my only access to the south. I__ alone amidst this desolate landscape and there__ nowhere to hide. No trees or buildings or distractions. It__ just me in the depths of my suffering and all my faults and mistakes of the past are exposed underneath the spotlight of the midnight sun.
If we can__ feel into the heart of grief, we can__ truly move on to experience hope and joy. We can__ be present to what is now, and what is next, because we are bound by the loss and sorrow that holds us to the past. Grief has to flow. It has to be carried, not just by you, but by the others with you, by your community, until it transforms to the next rightful calling of your heart to action.
My heart felt withered, a neglected fruit that would never again sweeten, now that my love was dead.