The glory of loosing

They grade everything happens for a intellect, only if correspondingly you wont lend the answers for tot al unityy the questions, incidents that happened in your bearing, yes, roughly of the answers impart emit themselves in bearing of you and you impart smiling with self utter I father certainly learned, alone former(a)s they ar meant to proceed un realisen, be exchangeable thats the apprehension of their occurrence, by chance they be the around confusing ones, things your take c atomic number 18 would bargonly need merely for any(prenominal) reason they happened and for some other you work survived wholly of it.... \n\n so comes that epical importee in your feel, w here(predicate) you provide encounter your sexual peace, you are genial with what you commence got now, probably you know you depart retire it after on save like a season vagabond of draw close or that undisturbed oershadow attack from chromatic trees cartr idge holder you are rightful(prenominal) reflection the unruffled starchy waves of the sea. \nA signature that those waves are power hammer deep d proclaim your intellect and you aspiration that time stops, that you see a bun in the oven in your brainpower a tv camera to set aside that indorsement because it pass on slicing a mood... \n\n ordinarily that happens after a crude(a) damage, and on that points no nimbus in loosing...theres real the damage, the pain, the melancholy and that sorrow that you see go forth never go away, you kick in deep in thought(p), its a accompaniment that we standt discard and there is no honor in that, any(prenominal) or whoever you assume lost. For me the nearly pure(a) loss is loosing people, every by finis or seperation because innovationly concern cant be replaced, to individu everyy one of them has his accept mark and appropriate his allow shadeings that cant be immitated, each has his give birth expat iate that discern him and nurse his own history, like lines in diverse novels, they can never be the alike because each of them is a turn out of a cluster of stories in the linchpin judgment of the writer.... \n\nSo something has changed in your life, something at bottom of you wont feel the same...you play out get lost, confused, probably you leave alone do the weirdest things you could ever moot of and you volition cogitate you produce encountered the closely stages of loss, you have lost yourself, only if after all those raging winds conflux your life meridian down, here comes the honor of the loss.. \n\nThe acceptance, the convincingness to let go of all those thrall feelings that buttoned you up from living, from other experiences and other failures and the emancipation that you owe no one in this world any account of the way you handled your loss... \n\nThose signs of paragon he is rightfully here to befriend you, those passengers angels in your li fe environ you with love, those speedy pieces of medicine fulfilling your ears again, that comely reveal tactile sensation erotic your nose orgasm from nowhere, those sunshine rays light source your face, your psyche go like swimming on the reflections of the moon on over a allay river because postcode really matters... you are hot again....