What will we encounter next: coming together, separation, loss, surprise?
My father told me that the moment I was born he was overtaken by a
mixture of amazement, hope, and trepidation. He wondered, “What is to
become of her . . . ?” My son is in his twenties and I still feel wonder,
excitement, and heartbreak as I watch him grow into his life. Try to find a
parent who doesn’t feel this way. How curious that love and uncertainty
come together
“How do we live a life we can’t hold on to?” How do we live with the fact that the moment we’re born we move closer to death; when we fall in love we sign up for grief? How do we reconcile that gain always ends in loss; gathering, in separation?
“How do we live a life we can’t hold on to?” How do we live with the fact that the moment we’re born we move closer to death; when we fall in love we sign up for grief? How do we reconcile that gain always ends in loss; gathering, in separation?
No comments:
Post a Comment