Basically just my little ramblings and such. .u.
The Right to Grieve
I have no fear of who I am or who I will be. I sit in the light and ponder the life that I have lived, and the life I shall soon explore. Both excite me.
So far I believe in many things. I believe in God; I believe that every man and woman has a right to be happy; I believe everyone has the right to make a mistake; I believe that there are no evil people; I believe in Sin; I believe in loving those I meet not as lovers, but as fellow humans; I believe that everyone should be forgiven; I believe in the future of humanity; I believe in hope.
I am also unsure of many things. The one thing I am most unsure about is who has the right to grieve.
A man of forty years of age has been married to his soul mate for twenty years. He and his mate had much happiness with one another. They climbed mountains, shared thoughts, traveled to distant lands, held hands, and had a child. However, they also experienced many hardships. His mate’s parent died, they lost their home, they fell into massive debt, their child passed from a genetic disease, and after years of a tragic struggle with depression, his mate dies from simply too much despair. The man, now having lost his mate, his child, and his home, feels as though he has nothing left. As he sits at the bar, reviewing his life, he cannot help but feel absolute nothingness. He has now been shocked into perfect apathy of the world.
Another man, at the young age of eighteen, has just graduated his last year of high school. His parents are very wealthy and well connected. The boy has never had a problem in his life. His parents have shielded him from danger and despair his entire life. He has been given everything he has ever wanted. He was never rejected a single thing, until the day after his graduation, once he moved into his new apartment ready for the next year when he begins college. His parents cut him off, he now has to pay for his own insurance, no car, no bed to sleep on, no food to eat, absolutely nothing. His parents do not contact him, he has been left completely alone. Cut off from safety and thrown into the world on his own, with no experience on how to handle it or where to go, no family to warm him in their arms, he feels nothing but pure loneliness. He too, has been shocked into complete apathy of the world.
So my dilemma is this, which of the two men have the right to grieve? Why does that one man have more of a right than the other? Does the first have more of a right simply because his grief lies within the excuse of death, or does the younger man have the right due to his world completely shutting him away? Which one should I sympathize with? Should I go with the answer that the first man has the right, because he has experienced life and has felt its hardships, and has now felt the pain of a death of the one thing he held dear and that the younger man is a spoiled brat who was given everything, was wealthy, and has a future to make for himself and should push through it? Or should I say the younger man has the right to grieve, for he is too young to know how to push through such a wall and such confusion in his current life, that he does not have the experience of how to deal with the world like the older man has, and that the older man should know how to move on with his life?
This very dilemma is the very reason why I struggle with how to grieve over my own problems? Do I have the right? My problems are not what others would see as something severe. They would say, “You’ve had no tragedy, you have had nothing wrong happen in your life.” Do I have the right to grieve? If you say I do have a right, do you say that merely because I ask, and it seems like it would be the right thing to say? If you say I do not, what would you say would give me the right?
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