This week, my thoughts feel more like a question than an insight.
How do I continue to love when life feels inherently heartbreaking?
Goodbyes stack up just as quickly as hellos. Distance pulls us apart. In the blink of an eye, you can miss an entire chapter of someone’s life. Part of me wants to fly, to see the world and live fully. Another part wants to stay home, close to the people I love, watching them grow older. Everything feels temporary, no matter how tightly we hold on.
I think believing in an afterlife helps. Truly. The faith that one day I will be reunited with everyone I love and ever loved, in an eternal garden of love, gives my heart room to breathe.
But what about the moments when I cannot think that far ahead? When my heart lingers on moments I cannot freeze, no matter how hard I try?
How do I love life when it feels this heavy?
I hope you are not waiting for an answer from me, because I am just as baffled by the question.
What I know for sure is this. I am surrounded by love far greater than my understanding. And the fact that I search for love in the middle of pain, confusion, and longing is, in itself, pure love. 
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