Grief beyond

There are obvious fascination comrade in the middle of life to become experts in our careers, commitment to the force of gravity, is always "new life", and always comfortable (and yes, sometimes uncomfortable) with himself in general. Other Among these is a mid-life crisis time, we are normally immersed in grief and experience beyond imagination.

Our grandparents and parents go away, of course, if we are right in life. Close friends to start our time to die of natural causes as accidents and bizarre circumstances. Our children leave home and begin their lives as adults. Or perhaps our children's struggles with his youth and came dangerously close to self-harm. Our physical youthfulness of times when we were emotionally, mentally and emotionally courageous, and things that we thought important suddenly seems no longer essential. We begin to see the horizon for a newer and brighter beacon to find ourselves in a safe haven travel companion, a longing for a trip to the sea again. Perhaps we are looking for adventure, we stopped again from the beginning in our lives.

Our marriage, if they survive today as a "long-term marriage," and we are not the same people we were when we in them. This is all we can be pretty good or not, depending on who we are now, as mature adults. Perhaps our marriage has survived the chaos of his inherent in intimate relationships, and we are only in our dreams were different. For many of us the fact that dreams do not change or disappear into our consciousness 20 years ago. At mid-life we have and sometimes let our tenacious grip on the principles, values and aspirations. Let go and drop can be very challenging. Sometimes it is our long-cherished dream may feel like sand sifting through your fingers.

And the thing is, at least in my experience, seems to be the reason I feel sorry that accumulate in middle age, before I "above". For me, it feels like I'm sinking beneath the surface and is absorbed in grief, because I too tired to tread water. Just as I think I can over the surface of pop, the next loss occurs, and I slowly fall back over.

I remember the moment it felt like in order to survive, I must ask you to have courage, "breathe in water." It happened after my father died. It struck me that pain is part of the middle-aged and of course, "Getting Over It" is a part was over. Grief can only lead to a familiar and regular presence in my life, now that I'm the middle of a middle-aged. It occurred to me to live in a state of abundance with a willingness to be guided by the past, but as a person who is my sad task, which is at the bottom of this deep well of sadness, the love that I seek. What do you think?