In the past few years–that I’ve been pretty much very conscious of lately–I realized how much I let myself get tormented by my idealistic ideas of the bonds I make, by the frightening, scary, unwanted and ugly possibility of them breaking apart. It’s an “attempt”, an ongoing process that I’m both eager and scared to reach its ends. I’m here, through words written, trying to create something, whatever it could be. Like a ball of snow, rolling down a hill, getting bigger and bigger with times and storms that’s how it feels to me, the weight of the empty corners and the faded ghosts caused by loss itself, almost imbalanced by it.ĭon’t get me wrong, i’m not here to throw at you another sad paragraph you’d relate to but wouldn’t dare share for its unwelcomed impact. Letting go is possible, isn’t it? or are we just persuading ourselves with it, so maybe, just maybe, it could help us sleep at night? Even you yourself, while reading from the screen of your phone or your laptop, you probably lost a bunch of items along the way too: money, people, values, faith, and bonds you never thought you’d survive without. Yet, that’s the last thing I anticipated to find, I wanted to write about the feeling of ongoing loss, the unhinged damp presence of it. ![]() I typed the word loss on Google and it showed me tons of results that revolved around grieving. The fact that you no longer have something or have less of something.
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