I think we forget that life was never meant to be understood; life was meant to be felt. We spend so much time trying to figure everything out, trying to fix, explain, solve, and control. But life is not a puzzle; it's a wave, and you were not meant to carry the wave - you were meant to let it move through you.
The joy, the fear, the heartbreak, the moments that didn't make sense till much later. You were not broken, you were becoming. I think the sadness comes from holding on to what was meant to pass.
We grip the moment, the person, the feeling, hoping to freeze it in time, but everything you have ever loved was borrowed, and the beauty of it was never in the holding. It was in the being. So if you are hurting, don't rush to escape it. If you are lost, don't race to find direction..
Feel it, all of it, because this too is part of the dance, and if you listen closely enough, even your pain is trying to teach you how to be alive.
I heard this on Instagram. I don't know who the original author is, but I thought it was so beautiful, and I wanted to share it.