Early in life I learned that we lose everyone we love. In a matter of months my mother became unwell, I lost two of my closest relatives and my extended family became irreconcilably estranged.
As disenchantment set in, I developed a cautious view of human attachment. I held parts of myself back, worrying intimacy would backfire and that I would, again, risk insurmountable heartbreak.
Perhaps the path back to connection could be found within the grief itself. Still, the question remained: how can we love fully in the face of inevitable loss?
A modern Buddhist response hinges on releasing attachment, accepting change and opening to the radical suggestion that loss is not always as it seems.
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