loss-of-hope

The voice of grief is rather convincing, isn__ it? It tells you you__e __oo old,_ __ot good enough,_ or __ot worthy enough_ for another chance at life, that starting over is impossible. This voice in your head is the first thing you hear in the morning and the last thing you hear at night. It drives with you to work. It stays with you at lunch. Its message is so consistent that because of its repetitive power, you may be inclined to believe it. But, as persuasive as the voice of grief is, everything it says is a lie.It__ all a pack of lies.Do you want the truth? If you do, then start listening to life calling to you inside your grief.How? Every time you are yearning to be held and loved, to laugh again, listen to your yearning. Do not listen to your fear . . . Listen to life calling you, __ am here, come on over. Take a chance on me. I am your life, and you__e all that I__e got.

She can feel her vanished talent like a phantom limb, the empty ache of its subtraction from the short list of her assets, and she knows with spiteful certainty that it is gone for good.

Loss is like a wind, it either carries you to a new destination or it traps you in an ocean of stagnation. You must quickly learn how to navigate the sail, for stagnation is death.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

Following the death of his wife, Sam Johnson wrote to the Reverend Mr. Thomas Warton, "I have ever since seemed to myself broken off from mankind; a kind of solitary wanderer in the wilds of life, without any certain direction, or fixed point of view: a gloomy gazer on a world to which I have little relation." But my wife wasn't dead, merely absent.

Do we reflect on life? Someday this life will be gone.

The mindset of loss of a loved one is to understand that the loss will never be undone. You must live with it, like it or not. But, to live well, you must turn that loss into something positive. That way, you can become the best version of yourself; scarred, flawed and unstoppable

When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus. Then your focus directs you: you go back to that _ again and again.Look forward now _ and focus on your passions with joyful anticipation.Then your passion will fill the gap of your loss...and where you land us will amaze you!

When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus. Then your focus directs you: you go back to that _ again and again.Choose a new rudder: Look forward now _ and focus on your passion with joyful anticipation.Then your passion will fill the empty space of your loss...and where you land up will amaze you!

Sometimes God will place a wall on your path to force you to go in another direction.

Without hope we fail to exist.

It was all he'd felt for too long to change now. Maybe it was too late for any other kind of life. This was all he knew. It was safe, insulated. Familiar. An absense of emotion kept him sane. Or what passed for it.

Everything had life to me,_ he heard Enkidu murmur, __he sky, the storm, the earth, water, wandering, the moon and its three children, salt, even my hand had life. It__ gone. It__ gone.

Day after day he roamed about in the arctic cold, his soul filled full of bitterness and despair. He saw the world of civilization then more plainly than ever he had seen it before; a world in which nothing counted but brutal might, an order devised by those who possessed it for the subjugation of those who did not.

There is such a thing as too much loss. Too much has been taken from you both - taken and taken and taken, until there's nothing left but hope, and you've given that up because it hurts too much. Until you would rather die, or kill, or avoid attachments altogether, than lose one more thing.

The dreams that surfaced upon meeting up with him again winked out of existence, stars darkening for good.