“Grief is like a monster. That monster is hungry. It eats whatever’s inside you. But one day you wake up…and find out that it’s full. That it is satisfied.”
“What happens when it’s full?”
“It’s still a monster, but it’s no longer scary.”
“Sounds terrible.” I scrunch my nose.
She leans back in the rocking chair, mulling it over.
“Sounds like life to me. We’re bound to get hurt. Life is a journey, and no road worth taking is smooth and bumpless. Life is a borrow, not a gift, Levy. Take advantage as long as you have it.”
L. J. Shen, Damaged Goods
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