why is it so hard for us to accept the death of things...dreams, relationships, realities, people. there is something deeply innate in us that screams "it shouldn't be this way" this is most assuredly true when we face a death.
i find my self locked in the valley of death on so many levels these days. the darkness of it all is overwhelming. it feels like screaming into the vast empty void so often. logically i know that good things come out of death, specifically the death of false realities that actually sequester us from the abundance that is waiting to be offered. yet it just sucks so badly to allow death. even if it is something that for the most part has brought you so much pain. it is in these moments where the reality that we were not meant for death comes in to play.