Here's one from the comments:

"Grief is the price we pay for love...end of story."

I've been all week trying to figure that one out. First, if it was in response to the post or if it was just a general belief, then, if it mattered.

It doesn't. It's just a good thought to think on, because there's a whole lot of truth in it. Grief is the price we pay. For everything dear to us. For living life, grief is a cost.

But, so what? If we had no grief, we'd have no passion. If we have no passion, what's the point?

The thing is, I keep going back to that comment because I don't understand the writer's intent. Maybe s/he was agreeing with me. Saying exactly what I'm trying to figure out how to say right here.

It's not a cynical outlook. It just is. Everything worth having comes with risk taking. Everything that comes goes.

I've always thought of "this too shall pass," in terms of hard times, because the good times, we want those to last for ever. But, this too shall pass. Our lives are fluid.

Like the ocean, we're the water not the waves. The tide comes in and the tide washes back out, the water remains.

Grief is not the price we pay for love. Grief is the price we pay for holding on too tightly.

Grief is the price we pay for being human.

I say it's all worth the grief.