We survived yesterday. Even though the last words of my son going to bed were “I feel sad because I miss my dad”. Even though those were my words, too. Even though we had our share of tears and tensions throughout the day. Even though we kept oscillating between daily minutiae and reflecting on life and death.
We have a road to go through. Grief is a labor of sadness, confusion, resolve, love and healing, all blended together. I feel that with all that is happening in the world, the messiness of life is everywhere, in the macrocosm and microcosm.
We each have a lot of work to make this life work. It is a very tough journey to exist here. How we respond to unexpected and unwanted personal tragedies. How we relate to the madness that affects masses. In the blink of an eye, a single person somewhere exhales a last breath. In the blink of an eye, an ordinary fun day can turn into hell and many lives may be taken.
How can we even judge others through their responses? It is becoming very hard for me to judge anyone.
May we each find the inner strength to resolve the hardest and deepest questions of life’s lessons.
May we find our inner light and wisdom to help us move through the pain, and pave the road to true liberation.
May we contribute with our unique gifts to make living an act of love and peace for every being on earth.
May our tears wash away the sadness.
May our hopes and right engagement make it safer for our children.
May we remember kindness even in the darkest hours, to lift us up and carry us through.