I know for sure without an ounce of tragedy that life is loss. That even the most rooted, solid structures are transitory. That everything will change. That trying to hold on will cause suffering. That letting things go will hurt like hell but that pain will move through you instead of lodging inside you.
The single thing I wish for myself, and for you, is that you regard the poetry present all around you with open palms. It's not yours to keep. Nothing is. And therein lies its beauty.
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