Loss

Somehow, thoughts flow better when I'm not trying to put them down in words.

I'm thinking about loss.

Loss of the ones you love, or people who have once crossed paths with you and made a difference in your life.
Through death. Or through break ups.

It hurts when you know that this loss is eternal, and nothing can bring that person back.
When the best and only way to keep that person close to you are merely memories you shared.

Such is life.
You come with nothing, you leave with nothing.
Feels kinda meaningless to me.
At the end of the day, does it matter what you do with your life, or how happy you were, or how many friends or foes you made?
Does it?
Does it matter what religion you believe in or how much good you do?

You don't know when people might leave.
You don't know if you'll make it till tomorrow.
I guess at this point of this one way conversation, the most appropriate thing to say is "cherish your loved ones and shower them with love."

There's no conclusion to this entry.
Just thoughts deep down that will always remain a mystery.
Maybe until I truly become a believer.