On the days that you can’t open the front door
without greeting that tsunami of grief,
remember that even the softest and sweetest peaches
have pits sharp enough to cut the tongues of old emperors.
The Chinese Taoists believed that the peach tree only bloomed
once every three thousand years,
don’t let your happiness do the same.
Bloom every day.
All day.
And even when the sunlight is covered
by the same clouds that loom over your shoulder,
keep blooming.
Just because you can’t see the light
doesn’t mean it stopped shining for you.