Some thoughts about loss.

Losing someone always hurts.

It hurts the mother when her little girls grow up and don’t need you anymore. There is a sense of pride in that, they can take care of themselves now but it hurts all the same because they are no longer your little girls.  It hurts when your baby leaves the nest, ready to fly the dangerous winds of life on her own.

Losing someone you love (keep in mind, there are many types of love) hurts because you lose a part of yourself, however small, because once you had that part, without it life will never be the same. You cry like an idiot, you hope like an idiot, as you watch the thing you love die in front of you. You are powerless to stop Nature. Nature cannot be stopped. Nature can sometimes be prevented.

Our addiction to other human beings is deadly. Our addiction to companionship of any kind is toxic. It drives you insane; it eats you from inside out. It makes no sense. We are very capable of doing everything by ourselves yet we insist on having someone to help us.

Losing something you never had hurts even more because whatever you will do, you will never have that thing.

Loss is inevitable. It is the way of Nature. People come and go. We are careless.

Loss, even for a short while, hurts.

Think about it before you take anything for granted. Or not.