Love hurts.
Sometims it kills…
Especially when you decide to stop heroic treatments out of concern for those long suffering days that are your loved one’s daily struggle and daily norm.
Even more dreadful the fear of loss, when the suffering comes to a child…
And this is what’s gutting me.
Which is what love will do to a person.
And when you redouble your efforts for cures and treatments, you see
Because the fundamental fact about all of us is that we’re alive for a while but will all die before too long. Yet this to the human mind is a non sequitar. This fact is the real root cause of all our anger and pain and despair. And you can either run from this fact or, by way of love, you can embrace it.
When you stay in your room and rage or sneer or shrug your shoulders, as I did for many years, the world and its problems are impossibly daunting. But when you go out and put yourself in real relation to real people, or even just real animals, there’s a very real danger that you might love some of them.
And who knows what might happen to you then?
Yours,
Pano
PS: This fear of loss.
The fear of losing those whom you really love can be a grave cause of stress and imminent dread.
Yet this is the litmus test of your commitment to love.
