There may be enough reasons to doubt the kindness of others, but when we have enough courage to live our truth, we’re also helping to make this world a more accepting and loving place.
andrew garfield saying, “i hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her” about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but can’t, not because you’re not brave enough to say it out loud but because they’re not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to “what is grief if not love persevering?”
Sometimes not getting closure from another person may have us live with an emotion of something that hasn’t really ended (despite the fact that both people not searching for each other anymore is pretty meaningful). The good news is: we still can get closure. We are the only one that, no matter what the other party tells us or not, can give closure to ourselves by just allowing our feelings in without judging them, trying to check what went wrong/didn’t work (there’s not always something “wrong”), taking our time, grieving anytime we need, keeping the focus on us (self worth and confidence), changing our thoughts’ pattern if necessary, connecting with others, seeking for help if necessary, and being aware that them knowing where they failed us won’t change the result of things nor how they made us feel. We can have our closure anyway. We can gift it to ourselves. And, thinking about it, on some levels, I guess it can work with some type of loss grieving too.
“Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding exactly what we want, and just see what happens.”
“ Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room. ”
“ Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.
No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh. ”
