How I Suppose People Deal with Loss

Sometimes its Loss.

Loss of a loved one. A passion, a purpose, a passage, a partner, a paradigm, a peacemaker, a piece, a pinnacle, a perfection, a pact, a petal, a purge, a purview, a preserver. Sometimes all of this is one person. Maybe because after we lose the one person, all of this is lost and what takes place is Pain.

Pain of recollecting each and every bit of these to fit back together like they once were. Into another person.

It becomes supererogatory that we displace the love that was once associated with this one person into another. Another passion, another purpose, another passage, another partner, another paradigm, another peacemaker, another piece, another pinnacle, another perfection, another pact, another petal, another purge, another purview, another preserver. All of this to become another person. To not Replace, not Refill, not Replenish, but, to Repeat. To be able to go back to how once was. To Retell the story from there.

Sometimes this leads to a Repeat of Loss too. Loss of the another person too. Some time after, it stops causing Pain, it becomes a REASON.

The reason to do what we ought to do. The reason to do what we ought not to do. The reason to do everything that we do. The reason to do nothing of what we should do. The reason to do exactly what everyone asks us to do. The reason to deny what everyone expects us to do. The reason to become the Reason. The reason to stop being the Reason. To become one with the reason. To become one with the Loss. To become one with the Reason Lost.