Of losing everything

     “Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them.” 
                  -Paulo Coelho

  It's strange to think about how dearly we clutch our "things", let it be animate or inanimate, to our chest.  We never let go and perhaps that fear has been rooted into our instincts since the Cenezoic Era, Pleistocene Epoch, or (for you whom are deeply religious) when Adam and Eve first appeared.  It seems that loss is one of the greatest human fears.
   " You cannot read loss, only feel it," once said Author Golden in The Memoirs of a Geisha.  It is hard to explain how one feels when something is gone, which makes it all the worse.  Words cannot suffice the expression we feel, music cannot fully delve the subject.  But painting this emotion in such a light does not do it justice.  Is loss such a negative thing in human life? Is it something we need to balance the sweet and bitter of life? Or does it really teach you a lesson at the end? If you were to think of it positively, you could say that loss really slaps you in the face.  It makes you realize that nothing really does belong to us and that you have to enjoy something while it's here so when it leaves, the regret won't crash on you.  I really think that loss can show us that light when we were blind.  Maybe your boy/girlfriend broke up with you, but you can finally see their true colors.  Lust and love can do that to you, blind you.  But that's for another time, another blog post.  I also think that loss shows us what we take for granted.  We never really realize the importance of someone until they're are gone.  And I think that the pain of losing someone comes from that, the sudden epiphany that you took someone for granted.  Anyways, life will eventually move on, becoming mountains and valleys, while we live and understand. 

-Azalea

P.S Anyone who can guess which song lyrics the title is from gets virtual cookies! 
P.P.S I realize that I didn't talk about losing yourself....maybe another time.
P.P.P.S Thank you whoever looked at this blog from Russia! It's greatly appreciated that you would read the inner turmoil that authors face. :)