" I used to think that grief was about looking backward, old men saddled with regrets or young ones pondering should-haves. I see now that it is about eyes squinting through tears into an unbearable future. The world cannot be remade by the sheer force of love. A brutal world demands capitulation to what seems impossible—separation. Brokenness. An end without an ending. It is one thing to abandon vices and false starts "

― Kate Bowler , Everything Happens for a Reason: And Other Lies I've Loved