Grief works its way on people differently. Some sulk, or become morose, or weep and scream a vengeance at the gods.

Tragedy, no matter how sad, becomes boring to those not caught in its addictive caress.

Death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything. Mountains and skyscrapers and grand ideas are brought down to eye level or below. Great loves and large hates no longer cast such huge shadows or span so broad a distance. Connections do not adhere so closely, and important events lose some of their glow.

I gave in to sadness because I had no choice.