As we lose family and friends we lose the anchoring points that keep us attached to this world. We become less fixed, loosely attached, ready to fly.
That network of our youth gradually diminishes until we look around and see nothing but our possessions and maybe a pet.
Perhaps that’s how life prepares us for the ultimate loss, our own life. We get gradually introduced to the subject, as we lose one team member after another. Eventually, we’re the only one left on the field. And the game is ending.
I do believe in an afterlife, that Jesus Christ is my personal savior, and that there is a World To Be. But I am as human as the next and this melancholy over loss is what everyone goes through. It may not be a comfortable world any more but it is the one we know.
In the end, pain and problems. Normally, all getting worse, harder, more painful. Perhaps there is nobility here. Rilke once said, ““The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.”
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