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Time is an unkind teacher, delivering lessons that we learn far too late for them to be useful.
When one has been disappointed for so long, hope becomes the enemy. One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first, and I learned to avoid hope.
I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.
“You’re like a double-edged blade with no handle, my dear. Dangerous to hold, and dangerous to set down.
When we are children, we believe that our elders know all and that even when we cannot understand the world, they can make sense of it. Even after we are grown, in moments of fear or sorrow, we still turn instinctively to the older generation, hoping to finally learn some great hidden lesson about death and pain. Only to learn instead that the only lesson is that life goes on.
Do not agonize about yesterday. Do not borrow tomorrow’s trouble. Let your heart hunt. Rest in the now.
We live in our bodies. An assault on that outside fortress of the mind leaves scars that may not show, but never heal.
It was better to leave the space empty of words than to choose the wrong ones.
