Loss is hard. When you go about your day to day activities, you probably get lulled into a certain sameness of it all. I know I often do. Last year, when the last of the relatives of my parents’ generation died, I recognized how my daily routines (and self-absorption) had robbed me of time and experiences with my quirky, intriguing, elderly uncle. Life may be short. It’s definitely precious.
This week I received a message from one of the writers I follow. One of his colleagues had died rather suddenly and he wrote a thoughtful piece about heartbreak that was too good not to share.
From John Carlton:
The clear lessons of heartbreak: Never take people for granted…
… don’t assume good times will last…
… and — most important — know that healing comes slowly but surely, starting with a single wobbly step forward.
Holding onto pain and refusing to move on disrespects those who want the best for you…
… and also disrespects your own duty to live fully.
One ticket, that’s all we get, folks. There will be, during your wild ride, ample opportunity to love, grieve, freak out and bliss-binge.
All carry lessons, bought dearly.
Live large. Help others. Love with abandon. Bear your burdens with humility and grace.
No one gets out of this messy, wonderful whirl of joy and chaos undamaged.
Now, go engage with the world, wiser for the heartbreak, steeled from surviving, energized to make a difference.
One ride. Unpredictable exit ahead, maybe years away, maybe tomorrow.
Seize the day.
Blessings to all in these uncertain times!