One of the most difficult things for me when pessimism strikes is to find action in the difficulty. Generally I just stall and contemplate the pessimistic attitude.
After reading about Teddy Roosevelt, and seeing a list of acheivements I have to take to heart his statement. Talking about a problem without suggesting a solution is just whining.
Working to be mindful of that and provide energy to a solution.
Funeral and farewells are done. Grief takes over. Grief is a beast - ever present yet invisible - until it escapes from within the heart to invade ourselves. Grief escapes from within at the most unexpected times. Grief grips with tenacity. Grief may be diminished by love and sharing from another, but for the grieving person, no one can really know grief’s agony. Grief comes out of hiding within to bring an unexpected cloudburst of tears, cleansing the heart and soul. Grief is always waiting, ready to pounce and become the spoiler of our serenity. Grief, in its single-mindedness, will take over a beautiful sunny day and turn it into dismal, overwhelming sadness. Grief likes to invade the darkness of the night, stalking into peaceful moments, turning sweet peaceful dreams into shivers of fear and longing.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving