Sunday, 20 May 2012

Grief (in our moments of loss, and/or death)

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it really raises different assumptions.
To spring is to bear a greater burden of falling, no condition remains permanent. It all began with, "In the beginning" and ended with "Amen", which ensures hope in the fate that every beginning shall end. For not only life but death as well will certainly, one day, come to an end. As we experience birth and death now, there comes a time we will not feel, hear nor mention life or death any longer. But till then we need to remember as long as we experience light and darkness, spring and fall; To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the sun: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
A time to mourn, a time to weep, a time to lose, grief is then seasonal. Going through something that causes great unhappiness or intense sorrow is emotionally and physically daunting. Facing a discouragement through fear is nervous and heart breaking torture, remember, this is a season you can not buy or just wish to go away. When it strikes it hits the heart and shatters the brain, fear and danger becomes the deepest and nearest companion.
People might not favour grieving as it's been thought to bear some darkness or evil motives within it's concept, on the other hand some people tend to over experience it, especially within cultural and religious grounds. But when grief is fresh, any attempt to divert it only irritates.
Sorrow is the great idealiser. Everyone has the choice and the right to grief, for there is no vengeance greater than making other people aware of how hapless, hopeless and helpless we are when death arrives, when being victimised by the majority or the powerful, by nature in it's disastrous moments, by politicians or scandals, and worse of all when we are decorated motionless against the undertakers duty of dragging our breathless breadths beyond the yew tree. If there is a time to die or a time to lose, then shall a man grief beyond these mesmerising seasons, merely to satisfy the soul but the spirit survives. Freedom to mourn and to grief, makes mourning a language and a good expression to communicate beyond our knowledge, an appreciation that mother nature expects and respects.
For how long shall one mourn, ever heard of the saying, we can allow the bird of sorry to rest on our heads but we should not allow the bed of sorry to nest on our heads. How do we do this?
There probably two spirits in us, at the time of sorrow, grief, both are stricken weak and a lot of us break down, unable to choose between good and evil because all that seems perfect would have been taken away and the only spirit that would survive is the one we feed. When the heart grieves over what it has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.