The burial awaiting us at life's end is not the first.
How many of us have not been buried under the debris of crashing hopes, broken dreams, lost loves?
When any structure that brings us meaning comes crashing down, it is overwhelming. Suffocating.
The dust of our failure seeps into our lungs, choking us.
Do not believe it.
Struggle for one last breath--and reach up. Claw, with every waning ounce of strength, to be free again.
Reach up through the rubble. Maybe a helping hand will grasp yours and pull you to safety.
But at all times, reach up.
Inhale. Exhale. You are free.
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