“Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame. Where there is a flame, someone’s bound to get burned. But just because it burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die. You gotta get up and try, try, try.” –Pink
My sister sent me this song when I was grieving over a break up this summer. It spoke to me and helped me get through. But now that I’m on the other side of the sorrow of lost love, I can see how these wise words are true of any kind of passion or desire.
When my computer crashed and I lost EVERYTHING, including the latest draft of Searching For Lady Silky, it scorched my very being. It took me some time to recover. But I did eventually get back to editing and now I’m nearly finished. I didn’t come all this way–for thirteen years–just to give up. I have to try, try, try.
This week’s photo shows Silky and her fifth husband, Russian Prince Dimitri Djordjadze, in 1954. With four failed marriages already behind her, you’d think she would have given up on love. I’m certain she experienced pain and loss–especially when Douglas Fairbanks died unexpectedly after only three short years of marriage–but she didn’t stay down long.
Shit happens. And it’s natural to feel pain–it’s as much a part of life as joy. But it’s not how much or how little, how hard or how easy; the pain isn’t even the point. It’s what we do with that grief that determines our character.