they say that there are 5 stages of grief
if that is true, then i’ve never gotten past the fourth stage.
the only way to cope is by telling myself:
“don’t make it personal”.
all life and death is just the universe’s way of asserting itself.
neither instances of which being any more or any less important
than any other instances that have ever happened, or will happen.
that doesn’t mean that i avoid dealing with it
but rather, i’ve realized that it’s all been rigged from the beginning.
there’s nothing in life that you can control
but there’s the illusion of control
and that’s a powerful and terrible thought
however, severely limiting.
rather than fight for control
i’ve just decided to relinquish it
and take each day as it comes.
the heart remains heavy,
but not always, and not forever,
and this is the truest truth i’ve ever known.