Every life owes a debt that can only be paid in death, and suffering, pain, and a whole slew of other things go along with that. If you’re lucky, you get a mini

Every life owes a debt that can only be paid in death, and suffering, pain, and a whole slew of other things go along with that. If you’re lucky, you get a minimal amount of the bad stuff before you pay your dues. Even if we could somehow observe or atone hard enough to equalize every tragedy, we’d effectively freeze time handling the endless torrent of loss, grief, injustice, and so forth. Let go or be dragged. I think it’s actually a remarkable and wondrous thing that it’s possible to get along with life– even thrive- after tragedy strikes, which if you live long and full enough becomes unavoidable and in fact frequent. Toxic or fucked up relationships aside, the best service you can do for someone you left behind is live a full life with gratitude and without callousness. All we have in the world is the living; abandoning it for the dead is its own sort of absurdity.