Grief and Joy are in contrast to each other, they illuminate what the other isn’t.
They magnify their counterpart by simply being themselves.
What can be challenging, I think, is when we in this human experience feel pulled in between.
Am I allowed to feel this ecstasy while hurting, while those close to me are hurting?
Can I express my pain simultaneously as my life is bearing fruits like never before?
Or should I just stand in between feeling numb and indecisive?
I tried flighting the grief.. And I got distance. 
It was like a pocket of air in a time it felt like I was drowning. 
Until my heart got sick. As I distanced myself from the grief, I had unconsciously left my joy too.​​​​​​​
it was a route less traveled
and I got myself lost
with time I found back
but not without a cost
a pocket of air
while drowning in sorrow
maybe, just maybe
I could see you tomorrow

My illusion of air was a heart on fire. And only the depth of emotion could tame it.
Now I am learning how to breathe under water.