All our lives, we lose.
It is as natural, as living itself.
Losing a ticket you bought
to see a ballet performance
is saving you from its ugliness,
disappointment, squalor.
Losing a chance to see your beloved
is keeping you both from a fracas.
Every loss comes by with an undertone.
Existence itself is losing,
hour by hour, minute by minute
you lose your time, your life,
your organism.
What is it that's keeping us all here?
Isn't it simply a fear?
We cannot believe this world will stand,
years after years, centuries after centuries, without us.
This fear is what makes us human,
and losing is what makes us alive.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
All our lives, we lose.
It is as natural, as living itself.
Losing a ticket you bought
to see a ballet performance
is saving you from its ugliness,
disappointment, squalor.
Losing a chance to see your beloved
is keeping you both from a fracas.
Every loss comes by with an undertone.
Existence itself is losing,
hour by hour, minute by minute
you lose your time, your life,
your organism.
What is it that's keeping us all here?
Isn't it simply a fear?
We cannot believe this world will stand,
years after years, centuries after centuries, without us.
This fear is what makes us human,
and losing is what makes us alive.
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