a poem

I often ponder the complexities of life and the grand purpose of suffering.

My internal monologue discusses with my conscious why I had to lose him so young.

Why was I the chosen one?

Did I agree to this before this life?

Why do others get to keep their loved ones?

Only my psyche grapples with these questions.

Others have offered their explanations as to how they grapple with such complexities.

“He’s in a better place”

“At least you didn’t have children”

“You’ll find someone else”

“At least you get to start over”

“He will find someone in the spirit world”

“At least you were only married for a short time”

“You’ll move on so fast”

How can humans offer these reassurances without certainty?

Is it faith?

Or do we say these things in an attempt to make others feel better? To make light of grief? To provide comfort?

As I have walked on this path of life with my companion named Grief, it reminds me that the complexities cannot be answered, at least for now.

Why do we has humans diminish the glory and mysteriousness of things that we cannot understand in an attempt to find explanations? when it is simple. We don’t know. We won’t know for now. We may never know.

All we can know for sure is what we experience in the flesh. Maybe finding meaning is from acceptance of what is laid before us.