A Loveable Truth

The void rips open --- tragedy.   
     A car crash kills a young kid...

     You thrash someone's heart to the breaking point....

     You fail miserably...

This is our world.  No sense in denying its shortcomings. No sense in avoiding the wound.  Why do we suffer?  Whether looking to a just God that may not make sense in light of pain, or diving headlong into the absurdity of it all -- we're here -- and wherever we start, it's on us to use what we're handed to mold and transform for the good.  Find meaning if you can, and know that your findings will guide your path.
All scenarios eventually come full circle, as the universe longs to heal itself.
     ...A boy comes into your life looking for direction, hope.

     ...You taste heartache yourself.

    ... Failure blooms you to the forward.

This is how it is.  Take the burn, hurt - willingly at that - but accept healing when it finds you; apply the cream.  
Can we use our pain to grow?  To expose the truth? (Pain, it seems, has that raw ability)
Shams of Tabriz proclaims that while the "intellect does not easily break down, love can effortlessly reduce itself to rubble.  But treasures are hidden among ruins.  A broken heart hides many treasures."  
  
Can we, in fact, turn our scars into maps?
 Is there no better chart to guide?  How I wish, but freedom comes to those who love...even this.

"Man alone knows that he must die, but that very knowledge raises him in a sense above mortality, by making him a sharer in the vision of eternal truth.  He becomes a spectator of his own tragedy; he sympathizes so much with the fury of the storm that he has no ears left for the shipwrecked sailor, though the sailor were his own soul.  The truth is cruel, but it can be loved, and it makes free those who have loved it." - George Santayana