We spend so much of our lives
trying to outrun pain.
We measure our progress
by how little we ache.
Pain is inevitable,
but pain does not mean the end.
It is the bitter medicine
by which you slowly heal
a sick heart.
Sit in silence
and drink this medicine.
Learn to accept your situation,
not because suffering is easy,
but because there is pride in knowing
that falling so violently
means you once flew so high,
once experienced something beautiful.
Grieve not,
for grief only arrives
when we spend our strength
arguing with pain,
when we demand
that yesterday undo itself.
Acceptance is not surrender.
It is the quiet courage
to ask yourself
how to walk through it all.
Pain is certain
for anyone fortunate enough
to be alive.
Grief, though it visits us all,
does not have to know
our address.
So again,
drink the bitter medicine.
Not because it tastes good,
but because it has never failed
to mend a broken heart.