Loss. 4th November, 2018.

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People talk of how we live a life of loss.
We lose family, friends; loved ones.
We lose our childhood, youth; years.
We lose our innocence, passion, vision; zeal.
Time.
Wealth.
Joy.
Love.
Everything.

People talk of how finite our lives are...and how little we get to balance out our innate brilliance.
Like a firework or cracker we ignite the darkness in unique splendors only to fade out into eternity.
Forgotten.
Barely recalled.
Imagined.

People talk of how dream-like memories become and
Of how
We can no longer differentiate right from wrong; dream from reality.
After a while, at some point, our feet stop, our hands fall, and our eyes rise as
We realize life is pointless.
That life... is pointless.

So people talk of how we live a life of loss...
But people don't realize that it is not life or
God
Who gives us this life of loss.
We are the People of Loss.

We give ourselves the loss.

Rather than saying we do not receive love
We give it away and reject it.
Some run.
Rather than saying we do not receive time
We give it away and misuse it.
Some forget it.
Rather than saying we do not receive wealth
We give it away and reject it.
Some misidentify.

Rather than saying we are given nothing
We never had anything to begin with.

There was nothing to give by
Nothing was thence received.
Nothing was thereby given.
And We have nothing.

We are not given nothing. We are nothing.
Not recognizing what was given to us, it leaves us as we perceive it "passing" us.
Passing what was never there;
What we never believed;
What we never saw:

Us.
Me.
You.

Us.

The People of Loss.

"People talk of how we are the people of loss.
They never talk about us being the cause of loss."










A/N: Triggered by: "Heaven's Gate & Hell's Flames" Drama in Eldoret, Kenya on the night of 4th November, 2018.
Finished: 11:40pm.
Edited: 5th November, 2018.

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