Loss is gain

To come to any end is a splendor beyond belief. For it is a lesson learned and the book finished in the first volume. It pulls at our hearts as each chapter comes to a close, as we too are like a child off to war, the past provides comfort because we know what we loved within it, but we always find things to love even in the face of our own hate. So we are always within love. The path to hate is the same road as a path to love, where a path splits in two it must also join in one. One harmony, one life, filled with countless experiences and many of us forget to enjoy it for what it is. 

We lose our beauty as soon as its shine is unacknowledged in the presence of another light. One light doesn’t dim another for all light breeds illumination. So to see is to gain, to lose is to appreciate previous gain. Letting time pass with a gentle smile filled with previous frowns. For to be here is, to overcome all of the happends and emerge into what’s happening. We never lose, for what is gained remains like a tapestry of our tale, even when gone the page still remains frail. In pain or in pleasure it breaks not when torn, but forgotten and its fragility with it. As what you truly lose, you forget you’ve gained in the first place.