Variations on the theme of loss

Dans le dérisoire I’m lost
Dans les accessoires I’m lost
Dans le feu des possibles I’m lost
Au cœur de la cible I’m lost
–Noir Désir/Lost

The other day in the car, I was scrolling through a list of songs to find one called Lost, and what I found was a lot of songs that started with love.

Just like everything else, right? Almost everything starts with love. If we write about what is important to us, then clearly love is going to be at the top of the list for most of us. It’s reflected in the number of songs written about it. Poems. Novels. Movies.

Love and loss.

They go together.

You will lose everyone you love, every one of them, in one way or another. Death or disillusionment. I don’t mean that in a sad way, but it’s inevitable.

I think a lot about loss and being lost.

I’ve written about my fondness for getting lost before. Getting lost, or losing something or someone is sometimes a good way to find out who you are, what you like, what is important.

Sometimes, a loss is just a loss. Or maybe sometimes it just takes longer for the good to show itself.

No matter how you look at it, life is full of loss. People leave. People die. You lose jobs, friends, possessions, love. Somehow we all have to get past that in order to live your life.

Sometimes, it’s not so hard. There’s an obvious or immediate benefit. Rain, rainbow. Most of the time it takes some poking. Some letting go.  But like leaves, how do you know when tenacity is in order and when it’s best to let go?

Do you ever, really?