I discovered a dead deer on my walk today.
Compassion hit the middle of my chest — right where my heart is — with a heavy thud. I accept that death is a part of a life; I strive to walk with gratitude for my life and for all the life around me. But, while I aim for happiness in the day to day, this doesn’t change the fact that sometimes life makes me sad.
When do you let yourself be sad?
