Everything is achingly beautiful. Have you ever surrendered
to overwhelming fear/loss/jealousy/anxiety and let it seep through you, soaking
you completely in your own grief? Don’t stop there; this is only the start. The
test is to feel everything, every single thing. Feel the streaming abysmal
dismay, the bitter terror of abandonment, the paralyzing clutch of profound
sorrow. When it rises over you, then crashes down, the trick is to keep
breathing. You have to fight for air, kicking and screaming your way to the
surface. Break through, breathe through, swim for shore. The waves will pass
over, and fall away. You’ll see. You felt their every pummel, thought you’d
drown in your own emotions. Now you understand they actually pushed you to your
destination. Dry land. Safety. The terrible, brutal beauty of it all.
