Sunday, January 23, 2011
Death and loss are hard enough as they are, without them having to upset the natural order of things. Your children, your younger siblings, aren't supposed to be gone before you are.
I could think of very little to say in the way of consolation, other than to scrawl something lame about God needing him home now for some unexplainable reason while still needing her to fulfill some purpose on this earth.
Life doesn't make sense to me sometimes.
And then, out of the blue, somebody on Facebook posted some wisdom from Lao Tzu. It's about acceptance, the futility--and even the harm that you can do to yourself--by always seeking more.
Fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner.
Do your work, then step back.
...The only path to serenity.
No matter what we do to control things outside ourselves, things are not under our control.
I'm dealing today with my own loss of sorts, a change in the nature of a friendship. Funny how our first inclination is to always latch on, resist change, fear that which is different. And yet change, loss, suffering, are the only things you can rely on. It is the human condition.
We grieve, we mourn, we accept, we endure, we heal.
And we move on, a fact that makes all of us beautifully and tragically noble.