On Grief, Part Zero.

I think we've all experienced some sort of grief this past year.
Some more than others.
We're all conditioned to think of grief as losing someone.
Like when people go away
Or when they passed.
And it is.
It is grief to the rawest form.
Having someone ripped out of your life, erased.
Just like that.

But this year grief has shown it's face in more ways than what we're used to.
Or what we've been taught.
Like grieving over losing a sense of normalcy.

Because, this is what I think.
No one ever really understood what normal is.
Maybe it's what's typical of things.
Maybe it's what's expected.
Maybe it's what's keeping the world spinning.
In an order where no one really understands where to start questioning.

Then came last year,
Where we're reminded that with order, there also needs to be chaos.
Where what is expected needs to exist with things that are unexpected.
Where the things we've learned needs to walk alongside the chapter of a book which we haven't read.
Wait,
Maybe a book in which we didn't even know existed.
Tucked in a library we didn't even know was built,
In a corner of a street we thought we're so familiar with.

And in that book,
In the prologue,
From the very first paragraph,
As your eyes follow the words to make sense of what's going on,
All of the things we have learned about our arrangements,
Of what we have presumed about ourselves,
Needs to be unlearned.
Ripped out of your understanding, erased.
Just like that.

So...grief,
Grief that part of you that's been ripped out, erased.
Overwritten with new details of yourselves.
Revealing flashes of this new stranger that's too close to where you're standing.
So close you need to remind yourself that it's you.
It has always been you.
It has always been you.
Buried by what is typical, expected, and keeping other people's world spinning.

But remember,
With order, there needs to be chaos.
With things that are expected, there's things unexpected.
And with raw grief,
There needs to be pure bliss.





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