Melancholia-Ode to a Dead Poet
Today is a day of considering grief and how that grief can become inconsolable, insurmountable. I want to stand up on my desk and yell out to the world "O Captain, My Captain! Please come back!" But, the truth is that there is a beyond of which I know very little and from which people don't return to this existence, even if they haven't physically left us. Inevitably, I have thought about and over-thought about this and have reached a crevasse, unknowably deep. Why are some people able to quickly evaluate and adapt, move forward, pick up the pieces? This answer always eludes me despite my best efforts to understand motivations. I choose to revel in despair sometimes because I want to know what it means to love so deeply that you don't know how you will move on. I'm not good at ca...