One day, by luck or by fate you will find that the loveless days you spent eternity weeping over will be gone, and you will find that your heart will soon be on its way to repair, patching up the scrapes and scratches that covered the way it was— when life was abundant and love was a teasing battle. And when you do, I hope you realize how necessary everything was. The regret, the anguish— all of it. You needed it to happen. You can’t understand happiness without the sadness that accompanies it. They are bound together like day and night, or work and rest, cradling each other like the moon, and the earth.
But it’s not to say we are completely bound to eternal grief. We are still tied together, whether with ropes and knots or by a single thread. We can’t cut the ties if we wanted to but we still try to thin them out, maybe until they are just slim sheets of infinity.
So, quit moping. Wipe your eyes, and try to see it clearer now. The somber days will still come, if not in minutes then maybe months. How horrible it can be, is all up to you. As long as your heart beats, as long as your legs can run or your fingers can type you will always be here, alive—living. The nights will still come and the sun will still shine and the planets will still rotate.
And look, so will you.
