It is frightening at times, yes — it can shake us, break us, and bring us to our knees. But if you look closer, beneath the ache, there is a quiet truth: grief exists because love existed first.

Grief is often painted in shadows — something we fear, something we wish we could outrun. But grief, like every other emotion we carry, is part of the masterpiece of being human. No emotion is without purpose. Each one holds its own kind of beauty, its own weight, its own role in helping us move forward.

Grief, too, is beautiful.

It is frightening at times, yes — it can shake us, break us, and bring us to our knees. But if you look closer, beneath the ache, there is a quiet truth: grief exists because love existed first.

You only grieve what mattered. You only hurt because you had something — or someone — who carved a home in your soul.

There are people who walk through life untouched, unfeeling, frozen by pain or hardened by the world. Loss comes to them and leaves without much stir, because they have trained themselves not to feel.

But if grief stirs you — if it cracks you open — it is a gift.

It means you are alive. It means you dared to care.

If something or someone can still move you, can still break the surface of your guarded heart, then you are still living.

You are still breathing in color, not black and white.

Because life without emotions — life without grief, without love, without sadness, without joy — is not truly living at all.

It’s a kind of living death.

To feel is to live.

To grieve is to honor what was beautiful, what was real, and what made you, even for a moment, more whole.

So if today you grieve, do not only mourn the loss.

Mourn, but also marvel.

Because you were given something so precious that even its absence still gives you life.

Grieve — and be grateful.

Because not everyone is so lucky to have something worth losing.