You don’t, ever.
Things and people you thought of as “forever” can disappear in the blink of an eye, often leaving a wake of hurt and devastation, whilst some quiet, unassuming folk can offer a strong, tender pair of arms to help and shelter you just when you need it most.
The older I get the more I seem to hear myself say, “But I don’t understand,” feeling both foolish and childish simultaneously.
Life is just too short, too precious, to spread so much hurt and annoyance.
I don’t understand.
So what do you do? What can I do?
I carry on. I hurt, feel sad, can’t be assed to do stuff, but I keep carrying on. The alternative is grim.
I start, very slowly, with something or someone in my life who warms my heart, and remember why it is good to be alive, even in the crappy times.