“for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes”
-Milan Kundera.
Tonight was a celebration of Ava’s friend, Jackson’s life. All of us surrounded together to have fun, enjoy some music, food and be grateful. But, our hearts also felt heavy with compassion. My heart is so full sometimes it hurts, teetering on the unbearable lightness of being, only made bearable by our connections, which are what hurt us again and again. The sweetness and bitterness of it all-remote incandescent bodies of light shining well beyond the expired time given.
Monarca Rising 
One response to “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”
That must have been both painful and beautiful at the same time. To see all these young people there to honor someone they knew. I have attended a young person’s funeral/memorial and I was absolutely blown away by the sheer number of people who came, half the school! It is always far sadder when a young life is cut short. My heart goes out to his family.
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