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IRREVERSIBLE: NOT ABLE TO BE UNDONE OR ALTERED.
“What’s the point? We’re all here one day and gone the next. No one is permanent. It doesn’t mean anything. Why set yourself up for that?” For this never-ending ache in my chest, is what I mean. The hollowness. “I’m not worth that.” I toss one of the bills onto the table. “No one is.”
I feel like the simplest moments in life are the ones we take for granted. We don’t appreciate the power in them until they are nothing but soulful memories.
Loss is so subjective.
“LIFE IS AN IRREVERSIBLE PROCESS AND FOR THAT REASON ITS FUTURE CAN NEVER BE A REPETITION OF THE PAST.” — WALTER LIPPMAN
“People grow, and people regress. When they grow, they’re becoming a better version of who they already are. And when they regress, it means they’re too scared to grow.”
Grief is such a complicated thing. It can crash over us like a heavy tide, pulling us under, only to release us with a sharp, cruel breath. Sometimes it’s quiet—an unspoken weight that lingers, subtle but constant. It can scream, or it can whisper, reminding us of what we’ve lost and what we can never reclaim. It doesn’t heal. It teaches. And in its wake, there’s an unexpected kind of peace—the kind that comes with the painful understanding that some parts of us are meant to stay broken.
