Life happens.
For every possession there is loss. For every meeting will end in separation. For every new thing flowering to life, an old thing passed on.
We all know it. Such turn of events happen to us every second of every day and we plug along. Like they are tiny little insignificant things.
Life happens, and death happens too.
How do you deal with loss?
Do you smile at it like a generous tipper? Do you snap its head off like a strong and indifferent warrior?
You opened yourself, you expanded yourself to fill with love - when love deserts you, how do you unfill yourself?
Does love turns into hatred? Does love turn into forgiveness? Strength? Weakness? Insecurities? Freedom?
What? What? What are you supposed to do with love bent and broken?
You walk on. That's what you do.
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