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We could have it all.

Sometimes when your immediate environment gets entangled in a certain mood , the said mood tends to stick on to you. In this case, the death of a close relative of my friend caused the effect and set my mental wheels into motion. The following points are my abstract thoughts on 'loss'. There is no context for this loss - it can be something as innocuous as losing your favorite toy or something as devastating as losing your limbs. I have presented my thoughts to you in the raw form as it came to me . No explanation ; open to interpretation :) 

1.
When you lose something , it hits you .
Most often like an epilepsy attack
Ugly , painful and most importantly 
SUDDEN. 
2.
It is most important to acknowledge a loss 
when you're down and out. 
However more vital it is for you to 
appraise loss, from a position of 
strength - that so occasionally enraptures you and gives you space to lock up your unresolved emotions-.
3.
We actually never lose anything .
People - good and bad -
become memories - good and bad- 
Skills lost are actually just converted into new ones. 
Energy diverted from one focal point to another. 
4.
Sometimes some one else's loss hounds us so much that 
it haunts us to a point that 
we start imagining their losses as our own
or fantasize those losses in our already pitiable life. 
Not too healthy .
5.
People survive loss of limbs , deaths of loved ones , the vanishing acts of love and a 100 million more life changing horrors everyday and conquer it with panache. guess what? You can too. 
So just take a deep breathe . Close your eyes . And believe. 
Only your belief can save you from your mind manufactured hell . Reality is not the culprit it is your perception -who is your enemy. 
6.
Ain't nobody got time for feeling like a loser
when there is a whole world to win out there
or atleast live.

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