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Imagine you’re sitting in a dimly lit space, trying to figure out where the light switch is. You fumble around, flogging here and there and even smashing your shins on coffee tables only to find yourself stumbling over your own feet. It’s frustrating. You may even wonder, “Why did I enter this room in the first place?”

But that’s the thing: it’s only in this gloaming that you really start to comprehend where the light “might” be. Welcome to the paradox of grief.

Grief is like that room of darkness—a void in which frustration and hurt never end. It might be like groping there, looking for a way out but finding only your own maze, without knowing what to look for. And isn’t it strange that of all the things that bring people to their knees, grief—precisely that—and only that—can lead us somehow to healing.

The loss of someone or something dear forces us to confront parts of ourselves we’d rather leave hidden. We’re suddenly faced with our vulnerability, our brokenness, our deepest fears. It’s as if grief acts as a mirror, reflecting not just our sadness, but our hidden strength, resilience, and capacity for transformation.

But how? Well, as the philosopher Rainer Maria Rilke once said, “Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”

That means, to put it simply, grief is an invitation not to stay in the dark but to find a deeper understanding of ourselves. It teaches us that, just as darkness is temporary, so is suffering. The shadow we fear can eventually reveal the contours of a life worth living—one that is more connected, more compassionate, and more in tune with what truly matters.

And while you’re navigating through these shadows, don’t forget: There is no linear path. Grief feels like a tangled web of emotions—sometimes raw, sometimes soothing—but always revealing new facets of our being. And it’s through this journey that we often rediscover hope, faith, and even love.

Sum it all up and reflect on what you learned here. Next time you’re in that dark room, you won’t panic thinking the light is lost; just remember: the light isn’t lost. It’s just waiting to be discovered.