“To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
I am not going to pretend to be an aficionado on survival shows, but from what I’ve Googled, there are several survival themed productions that can be streamed anytime. Some of those I found are Alone, Survivor, and Life Below Zero. Whatever the reason, I have never been drawn to watch, but a recent promotion for one made me think how survival pertains to grieving.
Surviving the loss of a loved one does not mirror the same struggles of the TV shows except for pain, endurance, and exhaustion. It takes some prodding to lift ourselves up and stamina to keep going when we’d rather not. There is no one formula that dictates how to manage our pain, so we each have to find something that will. A Chinese proverb claims that, “You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair.”
At first, the proverb painted the visual of flailing arms and an irrational pattern of terrified running. I saw myself combatting the obstacle versus taming it, so how can we tame the struggle? The Dalai Lama said that, “Loving kindness is the condition of our survival,” so we invite love in so the grief won’t invade our being.
With every beginning, there is an end…a day, a career, a vacation, a life. Our finite world only promises the end, but the in-between is ours! It is still difficult to accept that change will happen, but the way we manage our grief will change as well. Grief is forever, but we learn to grow bigger around it.
Grief is an invasive weed. It creeps in and strangles the life we once had. Although grief will never leave us, just like weeds, we can pay attention to how we thrive and live with it. Even though we are the ones left behind, we are still on the road of discovery. Carl Jung reminds us that, “the privilege of a lifetime is to become who you really are.”
I’ve got some weeding to do.