To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Discontent with this world gives such a painful longing to quit it that, if the heart finds comfort, it is solely from the thought that God wishes it to remain here in banishment.
Circumstances in life often take us places that we never intended to go. We visit some places of beauty, others of pain and desolation.
When the soul is understood and attended to, we can be liberated from hurry, preoccupation, unsatisfied desires, and chronic discontent.
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.
Life is filled with detours and dead ends, trials and challenges of every kind. Each of us has likely had times when distress, anguish, and despair almost consumed us.
As we wander, grieving, in yet another dark moment, amid our pain we must struggle to remember the redemptive power of love and hope.
Life is meant to be enjoyed, not just endured.
Life ceases to be so oppressive: we are free to give our own lives meaning and purpose, free to redeem our suffering by making something of it.