There are some things the mind just can’t be wrapped around.

Sorrow. It is what it is. The real trouble comes with my attempts to overcome it. I become blind to my blindness when I try to take in hand this heartbrokenness as if it were outside of myself and can be mended by my own skill and effort. My mind is always looking for a way of understanding or escape, for a way of managing or a way out of the dark sides of this humanness. This can’t be. This sorrow. So I tense the heart and fight against it. I don’t want to endure, I want to overcome. And when I can’t overcome, I want to quit.

There are some things the mind just can’t be wrapped around.

Sorrow. It is what it is. So, I consent. I’ll be blind and brokenhearted. I’ll let time run through me and have its way. I’ll relax and stay in the race.