There is a bitter sweetness in grief,
for without immense love, nothing would be mourned in death.
That which brings immeasurable pleasure therefore also serves
as the carrier of incredible pain.
And would we love, even knowing this, all over again?
We would, we should, we can and we do.
Loss being an essential part of what makes life rich,
providing perspective, a new vantage point,
an alternative view.
The yang to joyβs yin, heartbreak and sorrow at what is no more,
yet a recollection of the beauty
of what has gone before.
Being alive so brief a voyage,
grief lends us courage
to envelop ourselves in every instant,
to send ourselves fully into existence.
Fearless of the forthcoming,
because the balance between delight and ache
is not ours to manipulate or create,
merely ours to marvel at and undertake.