from Miranda’s blog, “My Brother Is Dead”

“I know, I know. I’m a depressed bitch. But I bring this up only to help. Because the thing I’m coming to realize, the thing that’s really amazing, is not that we all have our crosses to bear. It’s that we’re able to bear them. The world is so much more horrible than we ever could have guessed at age 5, 15, 25, but what makes us as humans so miraculous, so capable, so strong, is that we can handle the horror. We can deal with the very thing we’re terrified of. That which doesn’t kill us, we can live with. I’m not sure how, except that it has to do with evolution, religion, and anti-depressants.
“And hope. Our capacity for suffering may be outweighed only by our capacity to imagine what it’s like not to suffer.”

Go. Read the rest of it here.

3 thoughts on “from Miranda’s blog, “My Brother Is Dead”

  1. Your comment to Miranda was perfection. It is about serenity, you are absolutely right. So glad you led me to this post with your comment. And thank you for your appreciation of fruit porn on my most recent post. The eating, however, was better than the looking. 🙂

  2. As the lovable Padre Pio used to say,
    “Pray, hope, and don’t worry. Trust in the Infinite Goodness of Almighty God.”
    God is Love and the God of all Consolations, therefore (another Pio quote): “always humble yourself lovingly before God and man, because God speaks to those who are truly humble of heart, and enriches them with His gifts.” He will whisper consolations and love into your very heart because He came to give life and to give it more abundantly. He came to walk among our pains and sorrows and bring us consolation and peace and life beyond depression and sorrow and fear.

    I think you might really enjoy reading about Pio and other things that saints have written. :] ❤

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