Dear Loss,
I don't know how to describe you. You hurt people, every day, every hour, maybe even every second. But sometimes that pain and loss helps you grow, again key word, "sometimes". I can't help but wonder if I'm part of that one percent who can't get over it. I'm wondering if I can move on.
Loss doesn't always mean death, it could be the loss of the relationship you worked so hard to build or the flowers your parents get for each other. Loss is anything and anyone but the most complicated part is that it's not infinite or is it? I can't even grasp infinity, there's an infinity between one and two, just keep adding a one to a decimal, and bam, you have infinity. But is Loss infinite That's a hard question. Short answer yes, there is always something to be lost. But the long answer is, won't it run out of stuff? But if you take a look at the bigger picture, space goes on for infinity, so wouldn't Loss be able to take that as well? It is powerful enough to take all of our unknown space and crush it like it's a paper plate? And for that, I think only God knows.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Life
Storie breviIf this was my last chance to tell the world how I experienced it, let these letters be my testimony. All the grief, all the anxieties, all the curses of life, let this be my testimony. All the joys, happiness, and freeing moments, let this be my te...
