grief made me humble more than love ever did
I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. We always talk about how love changes us, makes us softer, or teaches us how to care. But honestly? For me, it was grief.
Love made me feel high, sometimes a bit selfish, and always wanting more. But grief? Grief absolutely broke my ego. It stripped away all the pretense and left me completely humbled. It taught me how fragile everything is, how deeply people can hurt, and how important it is to just be kind to everyone you meet, because you never know what heavy burden they are carrying.
It completely rewired how I look at relationships and connections now. I don’t care about superficial things anymore; I just value genuine, peaceful energy.
Has anyone else experienced this? Does grief change your perspective on life and love completely, or is it just me?