“I often use the metaphor of Perseus and the head of Medusa when I speak of science fiction. Instead of looking into the face of truth, you look over your shoulder into the bronze surface of a reflecting shield. Then you reach back with your sword and cut off the head of Medusa. Science fiction pretends to look into the future but it’s really looking at a reflection of what is already in front of us. So you have a ricochet vision, a ricochet that enables you to have fun with it, instead of being self-conscious and superintellectual.”—Ray Bradbury (via maxistentialist)
There is no correct way to grieve. There is no correct way to mourn those you love, or to mourn acquaintances, or to mourn celebrities and strangers. And trying to conjure an inauthentic emotional response will only make you feel worse.
But in the age of all this public emoting—some no doubt genuine, some signaling—it can be very easy to forget that not everyone is “deeply saddened” by the news of Williams’ death. Some aren’t even moderately saddened. And that’s okay, too.
I don’t think many of us even realize how much unresolved pain we carry around with us, until we are truly willing to release it. And it’s that baggage that prevents us from reaching our full potential as human beings. But the thing is – not even that stuff is who we really are. We’ve been taught to believe it though. And the minute we separate ourselves from that, our world as we once knew it, is over. The truth sets in.
For me, it created panic. I believe it was the Uni-verses way of showing me how strongly I identified with all of it. Showing me, that my biggest lesson was in letting go…