A friend sent a group text.
We knew it was a hard day for her. She’d lost someone. Today was the day the whole world was taking notice, was remembering, coming together, and sharing.
That’s a lot of weight.
Death is one of the only inevitable things. When it comes for you, it keeps coming. And not just for you; it comes for everyone and everything around you, at a quickening pace.
What heart can’t break from this?
“It was a tough day,” read her text. “But beautiful too.”
Wisdom in the dark.
In your toughest times, I wish for you not to keep your heart intact.
Rather, to keep seeing beauty as it falls apart.
(Thanks, J)