Why Losing Teaches Us the Value of Loss

BradensEye
4 min readAug 7, 2021
Drinking In Wisdom, Photo by BradensEye featuring a Yogism

Endings are often the graceland of growth. A person, a partnership, a placebo career of which every morsel paraded as what we thought was truly destined to be. Until divinity had us swipe left in favor of furthering our fortunate forecast. On the flip side, there’s the bustling enterprise of nurturing connective tissues into our bloodstream. I’m a puffed-up peacock about the expansive distance along our yearly timelines that many of my relationships continue. I really dig that there are people I knew before I could walk, when I was barely two feet tall, met in an abbreviated fashion, or for whom I’ve parted all of my lips and opened wide my heart even if we didn’t last on the traditional nuptials train, whom all remain members of my fan club and vice versa. The minute any significant ones transition onward it’s painful with a capital ‘P’. Each specimen is why losing teaches us the value of loss.

Empathy as our daily bread ~Guru Jagat, untitled spontaneous poetry written April 4, 2020

I’ve been downright grumpy of late related to how misunderstood I feel at rockin’ the Miss Independent theme long past whenever the global consensus deems I should be such a free agent. It seems that the essence of age fifty has me teetering on the fence of felicity. I sense these obstacles urging me toward forfeiting every ounce of latitude that I’ve wrestled for decades to unloosen. In the franchise of innocence, they forget to tell you the stamina of simplicity. It’s the uncomplicated skill of my friendly “Boo” Richard calling to regift me a miraculous mantra I’d near forgotten. How when your mighty aim of the day is making at least ten people smile you’re pretty much foolproof on acing adorbs. This leveling actually amounts to a receptivity giving you all of the marbles you need to take anything that comes at you kickin’ its illogical kilter and choose to kill it with kindness (aka ~ not get tangled within it).

Society runs riotous regarding the publicity of us as traitors to our intuitional selves. Although, catching compassion by the tail is no small swagger of success. Unbunching our proverbial panties of the phobias built upon generations of scarcity, alarmist attitudes, and leaning into the lemming culture is heaps of hard effort against the hype of ‘standards’. It’s odd to me, only that to stand up for, stand in…

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