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For a long time, October have felt both beautiful and heart-rending. For many years, I've tried to shake the doom and gloom associated with this month. I lost a child and a parent in October. Self-perseverance dictates I learn to experience all the wonders of the season without letting this gigantic ache in my heart consume me. I thought I was succeeding, but the advancement of years seems to have weakened my resolve.
Time for change.
At this precise moment, I acknowledge that the recurring sorrow of October is part of my journey through life. I don't need pity, I don't need cookies, I just need to let October be as it was meant to be: A symbol of what I've loved and lost.
Someone once said that to write well means to have experienced much. I hope you'll join me in expressing gratitude for all the joy and pain associated with being a writer. One does not have to be at peace to write. Nor does one have to be happy to be at peace.