Hmm yeah I know. Such a cliched title for this post. Be that as it may, 2015 holds true promise for me and my kin. After the tragedy upon tragedy that befell my family last year, I can only look forward. Forward to a year of catharthis and regrowth. Not much can phase me at this point, and I believe the pain I have been through HAS made me stronger. So, to complete the array of cliches on this page, here is another one. Although the classic “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is far more eloquently put by my man Kahlil Gibran:
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
– from The Prophet
So, my soul has been etched deeply. Marked. Scarred. As deep as my love for my wife was, and I believe in some sense still is, the white hot pain of the tragic breakdown of our marriage has burned me clean.
