Gone forever, is not that Bad
Should we cry over loss? We clearly know that most of the things on this planet have a lapse date. It occurs so continually that it ought to give off an impression of being normal, that is going to happen no matter what. Almost as we shouldnât be astounded each time we experience it. It can represent the moment of truth the individual you are or wish to be, it can modify the very fiber of your reality, and it can change the manner in which you live until the end of time. From something basic as losing a pencil to losing someone very important in your life, a loss is a loss. Sometimes loss happened for some reason, and never argue that. Loss doesnât need to be the end of the world, sometimes it gives us something in return, we need to accept it or live in a miserable life.
Every time we lost something or someone we get sad, cry and create regrets, all that matters because, in the end, we care no matter what. There all types of losses and every person reacts differently, but no matter what happened it always seems that in the end, something changes in us. We sometimes donât understand, and we ask ourselves âwhy me?ââ we have the capacity to feel not only our feelings but also the feelings of every person in this world, that why when we sense some sort of loss, we get hurt, cry, and even become sad; and because of that, we act out normally in a negative way.
I remember the first time I lost my biological mom, even the second time I lost my adoptive mom, not because they passed away, no, it was because they didnât want me, because of that pain in my chest, I start getting away from everyone but that was just making me feel so heartbroken. The moment I knew they were gone and I lost them forever, I wished I never existed, I thought it was only me that things like that happened, I asked myself how my life got to that point. I spend 12 years trying to figure out why they abandoned me, why they didnât even say âgoodbye.â Because of that loss, I got super connected with my dad, it was just perfect, the definition of a mom you can have it anywhere with the correct person. With the loss of my two moms I found the most important person in my life; my dad, he brings light to my life.
I start to rationalize that maybe it wasnât so bad, or that thing like this happened to everyone and maybe it happens for some reason, that that disgrace happens even to good people who definitely didnât deserve it. I try to keep all the positive thoughts to deal with it, but then I realize that all my life I had done it wrong. Every time I knew something good was going well in my life I knew already that something bad was going to happen, I didnât give a chance to change the situation just because I was still hurt, and I thought I didnât deserve it. I got super upset with myself because of the lack of reasoning on my part. The way I saw it, a mother is a woman that stays in your life in good and bad moments, a person that takes care of you, the women of your dad, a person that makes your life happier and a person that make you smile when you are sad; but when I decided to forgive her and move on in my life I start thinking that a mother is just a NAME that we give to the person that gives birth to us, or that stay with you at home, but what happens if you donât have that?
However, thanks to the balance that life has with positive and negative, we lose people that we care about, pencils get stolen, and people get desperate. That doesnât mean if you lose that person you need to go get a substitution, and doing it the wrong way can make you lose another person that maybe could have given you a good example in your life, you would just feel guilt, and while you are heartbroken, those emotions are affecting the characters of you as a human being and sometimes we donât even realize it. All the choices you make will have an impact in your life.
But after all that what do we do? Itâs definitely up to you, for me I chose to have that loss as something that brought me happiness, something that changes my life. I put that loss in my past and I didnât want that to drag me down like those anchors that fall deep down in the darkest sea. I choose to be a better person. Loss is never easy, but there is clearly a reason for it. I have the power to move on, to tell people that no matter how many times they hurt me I will stand up and face it. My life is mine and nobody can manage it.
You may feel like it is the end of the world or that is a big hole that is stopping you and that is impossible to get past that point of your life, but it is not. there hope and other people that care about you. Make that loss count for something, make it it something you will be proud, donât let that loss be the reason you can succeed in life, and that why sometimes it is better to live it, forgive and make something better off the situation.
