LOSS
Such a small word to have such a huge connotation. The word, "loss" can have so many meanings, and its meaning can change due to circumstance. After many years of thinking about this word, I have come to the conclusion that no two people will have the same understanding of loss.
So what is loss to me?
Loss isn't getting rained on and having my day go to hell. Loss is an experience of having something or someone taken away abruptly. Spasmodically wishing that that entity could be brought back into existence is a form of loss. Loss is the girl who slowly realizes all her childhood friends have become adults, and she has stayed the same. Loss is seeing everyone around you moving on, and at the same time you are stuck.
Loss isn't about being right all the time. Sometimes your monotonous life continues without your knowledge. You are not always the victor in every argument. Being wrong, however bad it is, can be fixed with a simple apology. My teen years were spent arguing with my mom. As to be expected, I am sorry for that. She was and is the only person who truly is my biggest fan. Loss is knowing that one day she might not be here to pick up my pieces. Loss is also all the time I wasted declaring myself correct.
Loss is the woman who battled cancer only to see her husband die of it. She is left alone in a drafty house with the memories of love, loss, and marriage. Loss is knowing that he will never come back, but you have to keep going. Loss is having family who never comes to visit because you are too spiteful to let people in. Loss is being alone.
Loss isn't wasted nights with your best friend pouring over magazines and gossiping. Loss is knowing that she has moved away and no one will be here to fill that void. Loss is not being there to wish her happy birthday or being there to be her crying shoulder. Loss is not a parapet to hind behind when you are making new choices for your life. As much of a hinderance as loss is, its not something to be regretted.
Loss isn't wishing how things could have been. We often find ourselves in hindsight. Our feelings are mute and dumb when restated at a latter date. You have to make the most of today in order to rebuild a better tomorrow. Questioning your past will not get you anywhere.
So what is loss to me?
Loss isn't getting rained on and having my day go to hell. Loss is an experience of having something or someone taken away abruptly. Spasmodically wishing that that entity could be brought back into existence is a form of loss. Loss is the girl who slowly realizes all her childhood friends have become adults, and she has stayed the same. Loss is seeing everyone around you moving on, and at the same time you are stuck.
Loss isn't about being right all the time. Sometimes your monotonous life continues without your knowledge. You are not always the victor in every argument. Being wrong, however bad it is, can be fixed with a simple apology. My teen years were spent arguing with my mom. As to be expected, I am sorry for that. She was and is the only person who truly is my biggest fan. Loss is knowing that one day she might not be here to pick up my pieces. Loss is also all the time I wasted declaring myself correct.
Loss is the woman who battled cancer only to see her husband die of it. She is left alone in a drafty house with the memories of love, loss, and marriage. Loss is knowing that he will never come back, but you have to keep going. Loss is having family who never comes to visit because you are too spiteful to let people in. Loss is being alone.
Loss isn't wasted nights with your best friend pouring over magazines and gossiping. Loss is knowing that she has moved away and no one will be here to fill that void. Loss is not being there to wish her happy birthday or being there to be her crying shoulder. Loss is not a parapet to hind behind when you are making new choices for your life. As much of a hinderance as loss is, its not something to be regretted.
Loss isn't wishing how things could have been. We often find ourselves in hindsight. Our feelings are mute and dumb when restated at a latter date. You have to make the most of today in order to rebuild a better tomorrow. Questioning your past will not get you anywhere.
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