Grieving is essential and when the the mourning pain subsides, bittersweetness lingers. You carry it with you as your personal cross, a burden that establishes as another package of baggage. It doesn't make you any larger of a faithful skeptic, but it transforms you. The past revolutionizes the way you become, and inevitably today will eternally be scripted as past the day after. When this stageplay of mental suffering is done processing, strength will be your fundamental upperhand. Appreciation for the goodness of your own well-being follows. These will direct to a coming time, when grudges flicker out and all that are left of ill feelings will be waived.

There is time for grief, and grief it was time for. Indeed, there is a time for everything. Now, to set a good eye on a better tomorrow, in earnest hope of never having to relive the inhumane despondency once more.

Feelings matter. And I will continue feeling whatever that needs to be felt, until someday, I am fundamentally happy for the long sail.