Why Losing Teaches Us the Value of Loss
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…
