loss

initially we feel that loss is an act of hate.    how could something so painful be anything other than evil.  ripping away the light that someone brought to you when we thought we could keep it forever.   but there is something beautiful about loss that perhaps is a fault of mankind, that allows us to feel an absence.  the most mundane occurrences suddenly have meaning. we no longer feel mediocrity when we thought we could keep it forever.  i have lost and thus, i am lost. how strange. we lose ourselves when we lose things but somewhere along the lines we find the joy we thought was gone - it appears in abundance when we thought we would lose it forever.  perhaps loss just spreads the adoration we once had across the stars and the sky allowing us to bask in it.  finally, we feel that loss is an act of love. how could something so otherworldly be anything short of miraculous. spreading light all around us, allowing it to be infinite when we thought we would lose it forever.