Moving On

I wish moving on was easier, much like pressing the reset button and everything returning the way it was. But the human experience does not allow for our minds to so easily find its rest. The sorting out we undertake reveals a susceptibility to long periods of agony and doubt - my soul quieted only by gentle reminders of the trajectory of the human race - an end to the hollow and restless despair in the realization that my Savior has already suffered the loss of all things so that I, a mere mortal, may find peace. This is the truth that the Spirit testifies. I shall never escape sorrow, but the sadness is neither futile nor unregarded. Faith persists even in pain, and I, with exhaled breath, move on.