Sorrow is the pain of what was. THe strongest man in the world could be crippled under it, the sharpest minds dulled. We dwell on the sorrows of the past to remember, but how can we move on if we remember what was without embracing what is of what could be? If one truly loved what was lost, they would chase it down, not dwelling on the saddness of what was. They chase what could be.
April 29, 2009