It is useless to blame the loss of something as such. If something is lost, we prepare ourselves to lamentation. But, the thing is, at what?
We cannot estimate the real value and impact of loss. For it might be even better to lose something than persistently preserve/spare/save, to lose your temper in the name of that precious thing. Or maybe not precious at all.
Lost three pounds of weight. Lost sycophant you could not take. Lost thing you unconsciously wanted to get the rid of. And you maintained it so reluctantly.
As soon it is lost.. Fine, go and mourn and cry if you believe you have to, for it is a loss.
Huh, people. Losing virginity is absolutely more fun than pain. Like I feel now, like never before. You obtain something more valuable than you lose. (Actually, this is related to my very first blog article. Dear stupid blogging virginity, farewell! You've been that unnecessary and I am glad to lose you.)
Well, losing, leaving somebody you admire. It opens eyes to a new and independent life that you can live on your own and by the most favourite design. Not like that one you dedicated to somebody who might not have cared it at all.
And what if you lose your own fear? Of flying? Is this loss so negative after all? (I do not expect anyone to answer this clear question.)
We have to doubt, it leads to the right conclusion. Otherwise there is only sweet little lies within our life. They enlarge and become bitter, life ruining.
It is much better to leave false surmises behind. Exactly, to lose them.
