We think we get over things.
We don’t get over things.
Or say, we get over the measles,
but not a broken heart.
We need to make that distinction.
the things that become part of our experience
never become less of our experience.
How can I say?
The way to “get over” life is to die.
Short of that, you move with it,
let the pain be pain,
not in the hope that it will vanish,
but in the faith that it will fit in,
find its place in the shape of thing.
And then be not any less pain
but true form.
Because anything natural has an inherent shape
and will flow towards it.
And a life is as natural as a leaf.
That’s what we are looking for:
not the end of a thing, but the shape of it.
Wisdom is seeing the shape of your life
without obliterating a single instant of it.