Life seems to be a lot and a little about losing and gaining. I wonder if we only lose when we gain, or do we only gain when we lose. These two things seem inevitable. To lose feels like failing, but is it really? I mean, just because I’m lost, does that make me a failure? Aren’t we all looking for something? In essence, isn’t everyone lost? Don’t we all have to find ourselves? Doesn’t that take time? Has everyone I’ve lost, left to find what I could not help them find? Have all the souls that have come and left this planet, found what they were looking for? Could it be that those that I’ve “lost”, are my gain? Because by not having them I’ve had to make my self uncomfortable. I’ve done some soul searching, and I guess, I’ve gained more than I thought. Every single human that I’ve come in contact with has served a valuable purpose in my life. Humans come and go. That’s life. You lose some, but you always gain; if you really appreciate your loses, even when gone.