Losing, losing, lost.

The circle of life. The cliché term that describes nearly every aspect of each and every life. You're born into the universe, you gain and you lose in this universe, the universe loses you. Losing people, items, competitions, thoughts....everything at some point has changed me. Whether it was a momentary lapse or a lifelong loss, it changes a part of me.

It alters the way I feel about certain relationships, whether it is a human connection or that of an inanimate object. Once one thing is gone, it creates a hole some place, and all of those little holes have made me more whole. Losing something or someone permanently teaches how to cope and move on, and be a complete person again, without it (whatever it may be). Each relationship lost, is a hole, filled with smarts about what and what not to do; each item lost is a hole filled with where and where not to put things; each person lost is a hole filled with what has been and what will be. To each loss there is a gain, and losing will teach you to find those gains like it has done so to me. After losing a family member, a favorite necklace, a relationship, I've learned how to move on and be stronger, and see what matters in my life and what doesn't; after all, not everything can matter, even though that is what it is...

The idea that matter is never created nor destroyed merely sends the message that it is moved. The lost relationship has moved to a different part of your life, the lost necklace has moved on to another owner (possibly the grass), and the lost loved one has moved on to another part of their life.  It will all create a circle; you just have to patient and wait for your losses to return as even greater gains than they were to begin with.