Advice to Odysseus, on Grief
“So I said, and it broke my shipmates’ hearts,
They sank down on the ground, moaning, tore their hair.
But it gained us nothing - what good can come of grief?”
The Odyssey, book 10 lines 622-624
Odysseus, no; no good can come of grief;
It’s such a waste of time, and days, and tears,
Till when you look, a wilderness of years
Spreads out behind you, cacti in relief,
And tumbleweed, and skulls à la O’Keeffe:
You’ve spent your life in simply being sad.
And think of all the feasts you could have had,
The loud carousing, all the sides of beef.
So quit your thinking of Penelope
And fallen friends, the thoughts that make you cry.
Instead, just pour yourself another glass,
Or sail some more upon the wine-dark sea,
Or find another bed where you can lie
And wait for all this pointless grief to pass.
Ruth, from thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
Grief may be pointless, but it's part of life, and in my experience, it's not possible to just power your way through it. Even if you use Odysseus' methods (eating, drinking, travel, companions both human and divine), grief takes as long as it takes.
Odysseus (source: mythology.net)
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