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Grief feels like a cruel joke—an ancient teacher I have no choice but to learn from. Grieving makes me never want to love anything ever again, while also filling me with a desperate urgency to love recklessly, open-heartedly, and without fear. Grief gives me an urgent desire to create, to make, to give it purpose. Is that how our species keeps going? We see our losses and make creations that bring them back to life in some way, making sense of our pain. Grief making me whole. Making me strange. With its constant gnawing, reminding me: it was all real.
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