I could be standing there, too. In Montana’s open spaces. Looking across the big wide nature and up in the big wide sky, or anywhere else that reeks of grandeur. Feeling … like I was invited to be there. To be … a member … of it. I could do that now, or when I’m a 100 years old. And I’d still feel young.
So how do you ultimately endure devastating loss. By adopting a religion? I don't think that is enough. I think the ultimate key is realizing you have to endure. And find the good and the beautiful in life and truly appreciate it - in spite. Otherwise all else becomes meaningless.
If you've seen any good boxing movies you know that they are not about winning in the ring. They never were. They are about winning over yourself. As you get older, you discover those are the victories you never get too old to have.
Life is insanely long and big and fantastic. But only if you take the time to think about it that needs to be taken. Otherwise you might as well say: ‘I can’t believe I just skipped thinking about 30 years’.