Ive playeed high school lacrosse, not a particularly well known sport, for the past two years and ive probably spent about 3 hrs a day, 6 days a week for about 11 months a year. Needless to say ive grown very close to my team-mates. They are like brothers to me. Now since i started playing in 7th grade my class was told of the grandeur of winning the state championship and that we had a great chance at it. Unfortunately we lost in the quarterfinals to a team that we've lost to three years in a row in the same round. Right now the hurt is unimaginable, i know this seems selfish to say when they are so many greater tragedies in the world that could occur, but it still is overtaking every other thing in my life. It seems as if all the hard-work was for naught , part of my pain comes from my high school legacy being destroyed and the story-book ending to our season rewritten but also a tremendous fear that all the work ive put into relationships with my mates is now going to end. Whats your opinion on this particular issue and on overcoming grief in general.
was the hard work for naught, or did it pay off with the comaradarie of your team mates?
thats the ticket to overcoming grief.. look at the big picture.. look for the silver lining.
Life is filled with grief, but moreso if you focus on that grief.