“Better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.”
Is it true? Love tends to intensify things, especially pain.
This introspection all started because of a move, and a movie. The move was the first time I uprooted from my beloved family and small town, and it was more difficult than I imagined.
I’ve built a life there, with those people who know me best, so when it came time to leave it all behind I was devastated.
The movie was unexpected. I chose it out of idleness, hoping to avoid the hurt of losing so many relationships, only to watch the loss of life in an achingly sad way, and wonder what I’d do if I lost a loved one, or if I was the loved one lost.
Grief clarifies things, and puts the bigger picture back in perspective.
That’s why I’ve been quiet about the Australia trip for a few days – it’s hard to write about Sunny Sydney when you are enjoying the bittersweet joy of realizing how much love you have in life, and how much more it hurts when it’s time to go.