Loss

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Loss. I've experienced it. Too deeply. Too many times. 

I am surrounded by it. We are surrounded by it. 

Loss is ubiquitous. Loss hurts. I know... 

But loss is part of life.

Maybe loss's main purpose is to remind us to be grateful for life and to enjoy, to be happy, to breathe. Loss encourages us to take inventory of how we live because we never know when we are going to experience it. 

We should not condemn loss for as we lose things or, infinitely and most importantly, people loss reminds us to cherish the certainty that at least we had the pure privilege, the undeniable honour of knowing them, their essence, their quirks, their smiles. 

Loss teaches us not to take anything for granted, to give thanks when we catch ourselves spirilling down and losing sight of what actually matters. 

Love matters, joy matters, health matters. 

The rest comes and goes. Once we understand that, we are undeniably more open to such deep, healing gratitude that it elevates our perception of things, of life, of us. 

Yes, loss hurts. 

Nothing changes the pain we feel when we lose the people we love the most or something we truthfully believed in, or something we had passionately created, for example.  

We have to go through the process of loss to mourn, to remember, to heal. 

And then we move forward because that is life but we learn and never forget. 

As much as we fear loss, we cannot hide from it for at some point loss will call our name. I have been there and I know that I am not the only one. 

What did I learn from loss?

To live more fully, to love more deeply, to be more curious, to be immensely more grateful, to not take things or people for granted, to reframe my perspective- time and time again. Of course, at points I forget because I am human but then I remember again and I give thanks, not for the pain but for the lessons and the teachings and that is what we take away. 

You will lose. 

It will hurt. 

You will heal but never forget. 

You will choose to be grateful time and time again. 

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