Distance encloses death.

When we lose a loved one, pieces of ourselves also pass away.

When we remember how grievous this loss feels like and weigh the scales, the torment of knowing them triumphs over the torment of losing them.

We acknowledge they were here and alive and we realize that there is no price to life.

Then the suffering someone can cause us becomes so small & insignificant, for our hearts are wide open; stretching and transforming, though the remaining holes are harrowing and never replaced, they are rather revered and remembered as future reminders; these scars become inscriptions on chest walls; eternal epitaphs on gravestones and spoken stories on bold bones solidifying our marrows with sorrows & solace.

We realize we are all fallible and fragile beings who only came to be & leave. That is when suffering does not torment us; only remind us to find a place of unbound, unbreakable and open objectivity; of serene surrender and crystal-clear acceptance.

This love becomes an act of letting go. A loving act larger than life.