“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.” – Kahlil Gibran
Last year my heart was broken by the death of my youngest sister. Today, I cry less, and I don’t rehash our last moments as much – but my heart will always be broken. I didn’t know that when you lose someone there’s a part of you that will always ache for them.
When I really let myself feel it, her absence is more like shock. How can she be gone? This can’t be real. Why did she have to suffer so much and why did she have to leave so soon? I’m not sure time will ever lessen the sadness I feel. I might just get better at thinking about other things.
This year, I have fallen in love with our new puppy, Winston. I feel so in love with him and he has brought so much joy and happiness into my heart. Perhaps it is as Gibran says in The Prophet, that sorrow has carved out more room in my heart for joy.
It seems the heart is meant to hold it all at once.
I understand now, that to truly love in the most fulfilling way, great courage is required. One day Winston will die and my heart will break some more. I cuddle him in my lap knowing that the more I love him the more it will hurt to say goodbye. So I choose to love him with all my heart.
*** On Joy and Sorrow ***
By Kahlil Gibran
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
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.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.