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It's been a rough week for me. Not only did I find out my beloved kitty has kidney failure, but I was just informed today that my grandmother passed. It wasn't exactly an expected passing, but the possibility had been looming for several years. It's difficult to believe. All of the memories just come flooding back and you realize that's it's all behind you now.
How do you cope with the loss of someone who's been a part of your life for so many years? Someone who had a hand in raising you since childhood? Someone who's always been there?
How do you muster the will to press on, knowing that life is so fragile, so short, and so small in the grand scheme of everything? Even what we think of as being a long and happy life, is the blink of an eye. The ripple that you made through all of your hard work and strain, so tiny and so barely recognized if at all in the end. Only appreciated for the short term by the people who loved you.
Today, a part of me died. Other parts of me are still dying slowly, and painfully. Life is suffering at it's bare minimum. The struggle of life is offsetting that suffering as much as possible, until your own time is up. Sometimes that struggle just doesn't seem worth it. Anything of value is temporary, and fleeting. Life is a fatal game, and I am sad.
How do you cope with the loss of someone who's been a part of your life for so many years? Someone who had a hand in raising you since childhood? Someone who's always been there?
How do you muster the will to press on, knowing that life is so fragile, so short, and so small in the grand scheme of everything? Even what we think of as being a long and happy life, is the blink of an eye. The ripple that you made through all of your hard work and strain, so tiny and so barely recognized if at all in the end. Only appreciated for the short term by the people who loved you.
Today, a part of me died. Other parts of me are still dying slowly, and painfully. Life is suffering at it's bare minimum. The struggle of life is offsetting that suffering as much as possible, until your own time is up. Sometimes that struggle just doesn't seem worth it. Anything of value is temporary, and fleeting. Life is a fatal game, and I am sad.