Because that love was lost. It’s not those who perish that suffer longest, but those who endure after.
You just wished that something, in addition to this bygone creature, also experienced loss— and, very likely, had no idea what event precipitated the disappearance of their beloved. That something would have been left wondering, to the end of its days, if its would ever return.
Sorry, but experiencing loss is a necessary part of loving and being loved. It may be that I’m getting older, or it may be that I’ve lost a LOT of loved ones, but I look at it this way:
Picture everyone you know- as a light in your life. Some of them will be brighter, and some, dimmer. Some will start dim and then brighten with time, some remain constant, and some, sadly will fade away with time.
And when the lights of these loved ones slowly begin to flicker and then fade out one by one as you age- rather than scream out at the darkness, instead, remember how lucky you were then, and are now- to have had their light in your life at all.
Love can’t exist without loss. Never deny yourself one just to spite the existence of the other. Doing so flies in the face of one of life’s most precious gifts…
That’s such a mean thing to say.
Care to explain how hoping something is loved is mean?
Because that love was lost. It’s not those who perish that suffer longest, but those who endure after.
You just wished that something, in addition to this bygone creature, also experienced loss— and, very likely, had no idea what event precipitated the disappearance of their beloved. That something would have been left wondering, to the end of its days, if its would ever return.
Sorry, but experiencing loss is a necessary part of loving and being loved. It may be that I’m getting older, or it may be that I’ve lost a LOT of loved ones, but I look at it this way:
Picture everyone you know- as a light in your life. Some of them will be brighter, and some, dimmer. Some will start dim and then brighten with time, some remain constant, and some, sadly will fade away with time.
And when the lights of these loved ones slowly begin to flicker and then fade out one by one as you age- rather than scream out at the darkness, instead, remember how lucky you were then, and are now- to have had their light in your life at all.
Love can’t exist without loss. Never deny yourself one just to spite the existence of the other. Doing so flies in the face of one of life’s most precious gifts…