We all find ourselves here.
It seems so unfair, doesn’t it? Well, it is, I suppose. Unfair, and unfailing.
It seems unendurable.
I know, I know.
But there is stillness in this room. The world comes to a halt. Outside it continues its spinning and cacophony of noise, smell, taste, color, birth, death, and carnage unabated.
But here there is stillness.
An achingly beautiful luminescence that deep grief brings to the plainest of things.
And the door is shut hard behind you.
Don’t be in any hurry to leave, for grief is a kind of medicine for the soul.
Though it works like a conflagration in you.
May your grief leave diamonds in its wake.