What is the purpose of grief?
Pain teaches you stuff — unless it’s chronic: then it just tires you out.
But most pain serves as a warning. The stick part of our body’s ‘stick and carrot’ approach to survival.
And love and happiness and elation steer you towards things that are (hopefully) good for you.
Sexy feelings direct you towards procreation, which is what it’s all about after all: sex and death and rock and roll.
But grief, what does it do other than eat up your insides, make you wish things were different and crush your spirit?
It doesn’t teach: it punishes.
And grief carried alone, grief not shared, grief ignored, grief against which the only one who could share it with you turns their back … that kind of grief does nothing for any one.
1000 days 