A good half of the art of living is resilience.
Resilience is about B.O.U.N.C.E-Bouncing forward includes bouncing back.
But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be as we were before.
To live this life. To live it with wholeness and gratitude and trust. In the pain and the glory. In the mess and the grace. In the sacred and the desperation. This is the stuff of which real superheros are born.
There is no balm in Gilead, but there is balm in God. There is no physician among the creatures, but the Creator is Jehovah-rophi.
Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it’s less good than the one you had before. You can fight it, you can do nothing but scream about what you’ve lost, or you can accept that and try to put together something that’s good.
Cleaning the wound is often more painful
than the cut itself.
One’s doing well if age improves even slightly one’s capacity to hold on to that vital truism: “This too shall pass.
This the kind of world, if you don’t die, you just keep on growing up and living through everything that comes.
It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way, even by death, and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.