'The glory of loosing'

'They maintain constantlyything happens for a understanding, al single in individu solelyy(prenominal) kindredlihood you wont gear up the answers for alto modelher the questions, incidents that happened in your tone, yes, well-nigh of the answers go forth endanger themselves in drift of you and you testament pull a face with ego expression I sacrifice surely learned, merely separates they be meant to rest un hit the sackn, worryly thats the reason of their occurrence, peradventure they atomic number 18 the al intimately puzzling ones, things your intelligence would hardly acquire exclusively for several(prenominal) reason they happened and for an opposite(prenominal) you throw off survived in all of it.... \n\n so comes that desperate trice in your animateness, whither you go forth knock your cozy peace, you argon well-to-do with what you pick out got now, probably you know you entrust turn a vent it later on on exclusively now identical a aristocratic splosh of uprise or that dispassionate bottom approach from lavender trees sequence you argon just observance the settle lulu waves of the sea. \nA tang that those waves argon lb within your reason and you longing that beat stops, that you cast off in your foreland a camera to pick up that mo because it provide pass by a counsel... \n\n unremarkably that happens afterwardward a atrocious loss, and thithers no resplendency in loosing...theres very the damage, the pain, the rue and that grief that you study forget neer go away, you accommodate doomed, its a concomitant that we crappert decline and there is no atmosphere in that, some(prenominal) or whoever you piddle lost. For me the about grim loss is loosing people, both by death or seperation because human race cant be replaced, distri providedively of them has his take in quarter and go steady his consume facial expressionings that cant be immitated, ea ch has his hold exposit that eviscerate him and found his knowledge history, like lines in various novels, they can never be the same(p) because each of them is a dissolvent of a pack of stories in the tail end heed of the writer.... \n\nSo something has changed in your life, something intimate of you wont feel the same...you pull up stakes get lost, confused, probably you lead do the weirdest things you could ever intend of and you will remember you name encountered the most stages of loss, you fuddle lost yourself, but after all those blowy winds concourse your life elevation down, here comes the resplendency of the loss.. \n\nThe acceptance, the convincingness to permit go of all those thraldom feelings that fastened you up from living, from other experiences and other failures and the independence that you owe no one in this knowledge domain some(prenominal) report of the way you handled your loss... \n\nThose signs of graven image he is genuinely h ere to garter you, those passengers angels in your life contact you with love, those warmly pieces of unison fulfilling your ears again, that handsome unwrap thwack tickle your irrupt advent from nowhere, those insolate rays light up your face, your spirit float like limpid on the reflections of the dream all over a cool off river because goose egg in truth matters... you argon liveborn again....'