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Losing the Loss

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If someone does not realize to have lost something, is this something really lost?
If someone cannot think of a loss as a loss, did he lose after all?

A very close friend of mine told me that if someone cannot realize how much he lost, and how that loss is going to affect his future life, he or she has actually lost twice .

They lost the opportunity to live and understand that thing fully when they had it and they lost the chance to appreciate how much that thing could enrich their life once they have lost it.





On the other hand it is also true that we never understand what we truly need in this world until we lose it.

Therefore, it seems logical to me that in order to understand what we truly need, we have first to acknowledge that we lost something, and only afterwards realize whether or not what we lost corresponded to something we needed.

The previous statement needs to be corrected then, and we should say that we never understand what we truly need in this world until we know we lost it.

And I cannot help but wonder...
...How much can someone miss
simply because he or she is afraid of missing it?


"You know you'll never be lonely, no you'll always be loved
And maybe you never need more than that
But for the surplus that loves, what's to become of us?
...Does it even register on your conscience?"

(Half Life, Imogen Heap)


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Max said…
Losing a loss is a great title.

"How much can someone miss simply because he or she is afraid of missing it?"

Well, one stops doing that once he or she stops being afraid of feelings. Hard task.
12 November 2010 at 16:42
AnnaFullStop said…
:)

"How much can someone miss
simply because he or she is afraid of missing it?"

The problem is that you never know what you are missing until you realize you lost it and then miss it. Tricky.
12 November 2010 at 16:53
Anonymous said…
I so know what you meant... and this is a beautiful food for thought:

How much can someone miss
simply because he or she is afraid of missing it?

Loving your blog. Following you now :)
13 November 2010 at 00:58
AnnaFullStop said…
Thank you Reenie, sometimes I still wonder if thinking so much is really helpful, but..ehm...I can't help it as you could see :)
13 November 2010 at 09:33
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