I had to lean firmly into my grief until I didn’t need to anymore. I still believed that I deserved to feel the way that I was feeling. I still believed that I needed my grief in order to recognize myself. I needed to have him, so that I could know me.
Wisdom
Ancient and modern wisdom distilled into quotes worth reading slowly.
"How am I supposed to help guide this family through a circumstance that I just barely made it through myself when I was younger?"
"My grief was insidious. He looked like me, and spoke in the tone of my voice. He knew my inflections, and influenced my facial expressions. He was more comfortable in my skin than I had ever dared to be. My grief appeared meek, but he stood firmly atop the crown of my heart. Always. But, I didn’t try to escape him. I believed that I needed to hold onto my grief, because I loved the memory of what gave him to me. I truly loved the person who left the charred, blistering imprint on my chest."
By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; Third by experience, which is the bitterest.
To know how to grow old is the master-work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
In seeking wisdom, the first step is silence; the second, listening; the third, remembering; the fourth, practicing; the fifth, teaching others.
Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates: Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?