Kris

“We all share these wishes. But also the way we look for happiness and try to avoid discomfort is the same. Who among us does not enjoy a delicious meal? Who does not wish to sleep in a safe, comfortable bed? Author, monk—or stray kitten—we are all equal in that.” Across the coffee table, the history professor shifted in his seat. “Most of all,” the Dalai Lama said, leaning over and stroking me with his index finger, “all of us just want to be loved.”
― David Michie, The Dalai Lama's Cat

“In some aspects losing a child is like a wall, but instead of getting over it, you must carry the wall with you, wherever you go, for as long as you live.

The wall is immovable.

You can’t go anywhere until you learn to move the wall.

You are just stuck in the same place, forever.

You can tug and tug all you want, there are days that the wall will not move.

And there are days that it moves ever so slightly.

Over time I have realized that in order to move forward, knowing that I must bring this wall with me, that the best way to do so is to metaphorically flood the soil near the wall with water, and have the wall float with me, instead of me having to carry it.

Every act of love and kindness turns to water.

Water and love can penetrate and move anything.

It just takes time.

I need to turn my wall into a raft.”
― John A. Passaro, Again