I have lost four of my closest friends in the last few years, the fourth being George our dog. Loss is inevitable, it’s the only thing that is guaranteed. The when and the how of it are up for grabs, but the inevitability of loss is certain.
Many of us are defined by our losses, we are held hostage, frozen in time. We rail at the injustice and arbitrariness of loss and try to make sense of it, when in fact we are just heartbroken.
Is it by some sort of divinity or a dissociative condition that we move on or through significant loss.
To not come to terms with loss is to begin to build a mountain of resentments, and bitter is when you are buried under that mountain.
I have had a good deal of loss in my life, and I have found that with each loss my heart has expanded, and I have found more love. A seemingly strange coupling: Love and Loss. But just like I have stopped trying to figure out how certain couples got together- I have stopped trying to figure out the elixir between the two and just embrace the benefit.