I can’t grasp Life.
It eludes me.
It taunts me.
It laughs at me, as it playfully prances around a the corner, not too fast that I lose track of it but not slow enough that I can catch up either.
Life can be so beautiful you feel your chest it’s going to explode, incapable of taking in so much beauty. All you can do is sit there and let the tears flow so you don’t explode.
Conversely, Life can be so heartbreaking you feel your chest if going to implode, incapable of taking in so much grief. All you can do is sit there, wishing you could cry but thankfully unable to do so, lest you implode.
It is a mercy that most days lie in between. And yet, for someone like me, a day can be – mostly is – full of uplifting hikes and stomach-turning falls.
A break in the news, a phone call, a letter.
Echoes of sadness and pain from all the corners of the world.
Today, I was rejoicing on the beauty of this day and the happiness in my life.
Naturally, I turned to Facebook to give witness of this when I learned a few bits of unsettling news. Continue reading