We all have things that grieve us, the unfaithful lovers, the hurting friends, the unjust circumstances. I was pondering this thing... loss I guess is the best way to describe it and i came to n interesting conclusion. We grieve because death is not ultimate. The fact that we do grieve is one of the biggest proclamations of love, I believe. We grieve for someone because our love for them is bigger than death and in their dying our love for them doesnt die too. If it did loss would not be an issue in our everyday life. True that we can move on, but really we never stop loving those we lost, not really, not at the essence of ourselves. For me this proves that love is bigger than death.

So I was thinking this the other day, I cannot articulate what i mean to say but i hope you get the jist of it.

So: Love and grieve