There is a blessing in losing the one we love. It's the blessing of self-transformation. You don't have to who you were anymore. You've struggled. And now you can change. It doesn't mean that bits of that person won't cling to you, they will throughout your life, but they are now subsumed into something greater. That person has given you, in fact, the most important blessing, which is they gave you the blessing of transforming your soul into something better, something more beautiful.
Interpretation
Losing a loved one can lead to personal growth and transformation.
This quote reflects the profound impact that love and loss can have on an individual. While losing someone deeply cherished is painful, it can also serve as a catalyst for personal transformation, allowing one to evolve beyond their past self. The memory of the loved one can continue to influence and shape one's identity, contributing to a deeper understanding of oneself and a more beautiful soul.
In practice
In a memorial speech, one could say, 'As we reflect on our loved one, let us remember that their loss is a blessing that transforms us into better individuals.'
Is it needy? It's not. We don't need each other. We just really, really enjoy each other. And we're good together. We're good people together. And I have the funniest feeling. I can really, truly touch this all, this happiness and the sadness too, I can trace all of it with my fingers. It isn't theoretical or distant. This feels like me. This is me. I love him, and, for the first time in a relationship, I also like me. Every time he says "I love you," I answer, "I believe you.
What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go.
Everything hurts, every single thing including the weight of him and I'm crying because it hurts and he's telling me he's sorry over and over again, and I figure somewhere down the track we'll work out the right way of doing this but I don't want to let go, because tonight I'm not looking for anything more than being a part of him. Because being a part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.
Love is generally confused with dependence; but in point of fact, you can love only in proportion to your capacity for independence.
What do you fear, most of all? The possibility that love may not be enough.
We need to put love back into the world remind the world that love is important. We're all one.
You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden.
Is there a word more passionate than passion? Obsession, total immersion, the feeling that everything else doesn't matter.
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