Exploring Happiness #27- Etude - Poem by June Stepansky
The empty bed, rumpled,
is an open wound.
A yellowing newspaper
lies on the floor
its date blurred.
Outside, gardenia winds
rustle the leaves
Every human being will experience some form of loss in their lives. It might be from a failure, separation, a divorce or a death, but all of us will be faced with trying to come to terms with the most painful of life’s experiences.
While each person deals with loss differently, the stages of pain, grief, adjustment and healing are common to us all, and the very universality of this experience can help us in our struggle to survive and adjust to this most difficult of all of life’s challenges.
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There is no failure except in no longer trying.
There is no defeat except from within, no insurmountable
barrier except our own inherent weakness of purpose.
Our greatest glory is not in never
failing, but in rising every time we fall.
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