“We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.” ― C.S. Lewis,A Grief Observed
This post could just as easily be called 'Gratitude #101' but as it was circling around my tired head at 2.10 am, I thought I should pay heed to the gods.
Actually, it's not mine but I 'alf-inched it from the amazing book by Tom Peters, The Little Big Things, 163 Ways to Pursue Excellence. When the shit last hit the economic fan — 2007/8 — (don't ask me why) I must have read the book, well, at least a dozen times, even allowing for its behemoth size.
If you've not noticed, I've been having a tough few days. OK, perhaps it's not that obvious but Brian's death has hit me hard — real hard. But grief is like that, right? And for the record, it's not something to be got over, beaten into dank submission and talked about vis-à-vis a life skill! As for the books, save for C. S. Lewis, don't get me started.