I have never experienced great loss at firsthand. No one that I have ever deeply cared for has passed on to the next life, if there is a next life. There is only a few people I would weep for if they came into harms way and besides them I keep my heart in a locked cage.
Although I have never felt loss in the way I imagine it to feel, I am terrified of ever crossing paths with it. Which is why I choose who to care about as bad as that may sound. But this world is far to cruel for me to easily be able to entangle myself with others in a way that them passing on would hit me at my core and render me feeling the ugliness that is loss.
I have learned the hard way that people come and go as they see fit. And the universe is never on your side because there is far too many people for the universe to lend a helping hand out to everyone. Therefore she keeps herself out of fate and lets destiny take its course. Which is why when it comes to loss I have been lucky enough to secure my feelings far into my soul where the light of day has never even breezed its touch upon it.
Loss is an ugly feeling, I have seen what it does to others and I refuse to ever let it swaddle me in its cold arms and drift me off to its inevitable darkness. Those who have crossed paths with loss have been drowned in grief and you can see it in the way they carry themselves that their loss still lingers like a heavy presence around their shoulders and a shackle to their feet to keep them ever so closely.
With loss comes acceptance, but who in their right mind would allow them to accept such a cursed fate as the one loss has created for them. I imagine acceptance being like willingly allowing loss to suckle at your peace of mind every day until the fateful day in which you become someone else’s loss and the cycle continues.
An infinite cycle in which you are always one step behind loss and its faithful companion, fate.
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