It’s Friday. We tend to celebrate the end of the week. We feel that we get a small reprieve from stress, ridiculousness, and head-scratching moments. However, the weekend is fraught with it’s own issues. One being that come Sunday at 6pm we start dreading the next day’s morning ritual. In some sense, come Sunday evening, we grieve just a little bit.
We grieve many things, both large and small. And, we grieve with some frequency. We can grieve the end of our favorite show. We can grieve the loss of innocence. We grieve injustices. We grieve because of someone else’s pain.
Many things end in life. But many more also are born. And, those should be celebrated and recognized.