May they not bring to us only sorrow (but certainly that in order to later be enamoured by joy) but also a remembrance of themselves we might carry with us. And not to dismay, but to remember. Perhaps reminders close to our hearts, maybe a string around our finger to convey of us the inevitable human fallibility but moreso, resilience. These are things unseen that we carry with us.
We carry with us these invisible tokens of our journey and choose to share at our discretion. Reminders, memories of loved ones lost, of failed attempts, of disappointments encountered. My prayer is they augment us to a deeper character. May we not become brittle and stone-faced in their wake.
And furthermore, may our unseen joys be equally as wrapped around us. At the end of our journey through life, may the rich imbalance of love and peace against strife exist.
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