“how do you get stuff done?” with tears in my eyes.

I had an epiphany or something today. But hear me out. Grief can be beautiful. I think we’re lucky to some extent to be able to feel something so incredibly painful all because we allowed joy and love to root deep enough to leave an ache when it’s gone. Love existed first, grief is just its echo, and while it really fucking hurts, no matter what it is, I can’t stop thinking it’s partly beautiful because even in it’s ache, it still holds meaning you won’t ever be able to regret feeling or be able to un-know what it meant to you. We can grieve a lot of different things, people, pets, moments, jobs, opportunities, but the one thing it all has in common is that it mattered to you so much that even losing it couldn’t make it meaningless.