The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop from "One Art"
I read this poem in my yoga class.
So many things lost. My friend's baby is dying, and tonight, when I asked her what I could do for her, she simply said, "curse the f*cking world that would do this to a baby."
I have lost my belief in you attract every single thing in your life somewhere between Ronan's deadly diagnosis and my nephew's rare genetic disorder. Something has been lost.
Ronan is now on medication through a tube taped to his face but no fluids. He will die most likely in three to eight days, and so, yes, I am cursing the world, and I...
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