Pick up your feet
The opposite of love is not hate; it is grief.
Because grief is simply love with no where to go. A lifetime of love that would have been poured out onto the one you lost, but now is seemingly trapped inside. It’s trapped because it feels dishonorable, at first, to pour your love for the one you lost onto any other. So your love spills out of your eyes and pours out of your soul wetting your feet….ankles…knees….
If there are others around you, also grieving, then your grief combines until everyone is up to their neck, pain twisting and coiling at your insides…
And then panic sets in
“What if I don’t survive?”
“What if I cry forever?”
“What if I drown in this ocean?”
No one bats an eye when love makes us do wild, crazy, irrational things because we know that it comes from a place of love. But grief, with its pain and panic, can do equal and opposite things.
Because the only thing that can equal the height of the ecstasy of your love for the one you lost, is the depth of the grief you feel after losing them.
We all do irrational things when in love or in grief, and herein lies the difference.
