WE DO NO WANT TO ACCEPT whatever has caused our grief, be it death, illness, disease, tragedy, loss or change.
We want it undone.
We fight it, resist, do anything to avoid it. We bury our head in the sand (denial), fight it tooth and nail for it is so unfair (anger), plead and beg for it to be reversed and go away (bargaining), until we become completely depleted and despondent (depression).
Then one day, we succumb (acceptance).
Does that mean we've given up?
At first, I thought it did - and that's why I fought against it so much. I have since invented a new meaning for acceptance.
Acceptance is giving up the struggle, but not the hope. It doesn't mean you have to like what has caused you grief, but you can live with it. It's about choosing to be okay. It's about moving on. It's about discovering new meanings to life that did not exist before.
Until tomorrow, may we have compassion for all those who are at various stages of grieving. Wishing you a speedy journey to stage five.