There’s something extremely special about the neutral tone of finally understanding that a specific set of circumstances, happening over and over again, is always going to lead to the same outcome, and by that, all the intertwined layers if grief lead to a particular type of acceptance, that which instead of making us weep invites us to look within, and opens doors for our souls to finally look outside ourselves and our limiting beliefs for freshness and a sense of overly-vivid connection with our surroundings, staying present in the midst of any variation of life is a true blessing that few people have a chance to experience, again and again until a vessel pours right onto a new realm that we’ve ignored for so long because we got stuck with not accepting that which cannot be challenged or changed.