That which will never be.

I think the most excruiating grief we all must must at some point experience is the loss of what will never be, that which has never been; the reality that exists only in our minds, the life which was robbed from us by chance or fate, someone in our life who forever skewed our ability to see truth, or a random choice to take the 8:15 bus rather than the 7:45. This is the grief we cannot share, the thing we are supposed to get over or perhaps never think about at all. Some would call it regret, but at its heart it is the very deepest kind of grief, the grief we bear each day knowing that, in the end, we will always bear it alone.