After a year or so, of heartbreaks, betrayal and loss. I can now see that my broken heart is a blessing. I have so much more compassion and empathy for other people. I can look into their eyes and feel their pain sometimes. I can sit with them without talking. Loss is an inevitable part of life. My losses came early, my father when I was nine and my mother at twenty-nine, my husband, right in the middle of our life, went to work one day and never returned.
Like most people, I’ve had other losses, situations, that were just not meant to be, as they didn’t hold seeds of greatness, but proved over time to be meaningless.
Why our lives are comprised of both the meaningless and miraculous, we can not understand. Our human brain is limited, and it’s not unlike trying to explain a telescope to a chimpanzee.
As I search for answers, I turn to the great philosophers, most recently, Friedrich Nietzsche, whose formula for human greatness is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not in the future, not in the past, not for all eternity. He also promoted the concept of eternal reoccurrence. Simply put, in his work he asserts that we live the same life over and over indefinitely.
To some this may be terrifying to contemplate, but to me I find it hopeful, that I can live each day with more love and understanding and acceptance, without question, and fully embrace each day to the fullest regardless of what it brings.
Love and blessings to all.
Sydney 