Flip Side

“Even in laughter the heart may ache, and the end of joy may be grief.”

Proverbs 14:13

Why is it that the ones we love most carry the blades that cut deep? A gentle puncture at first that done over and over becomes something unable to properly heal. Love and pain—two sides of the same coin, it seems. In choosing the former, we open ourselves up to the latter. And necessarily so. For to love, in part, is to hurt. For in the loving, there’s a giving. Of ourselves—who we thought we were or had to be. A giving without promise of anything given. And with that, there comes a loss. Of ourselves—who we thought we were or had to be. And maybe the gain is found in the coming together of unequal parts, which together make one whole.

Sincerely, Esther