Someone I once knew recently said, “Truth hurts…but it’s also the only thing that’s real”.
He’s right. Truth can be bitterly painful. But pain is also beautiful. Take child birth for example. Is there any greater love than a mother’s love? Love birthed from pain and suffering?
Suffering can imprint us with a love so deep little else compares.
And so we suffer for love. If we are wise we do so without regret. If we are wise we do so with joy. We have, after all, been lucky enough to love in the first place.
We were lucky enough to love one another.
Make no mistake. Love is the most powerful force in the world – but even love is not always enough.
Maybe we have to remember we’re in this together? I wish I had the answer.
What I do know is love once created can never be destroyed.
Let us take comfort in knowing when all else seems lost – love remains.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.