Motivated Loss

Guernia (1937)

A work of Pablo Picasso's. Regarded by many art critics to have been one of the most powerful anti war paintings in history, due to it's inspirational perspective of trial.

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"The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you're faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning. The seconds keep ticking."

In the wise words of James Patterson, it is what it is and life keeps turning. I know much of my writing is based from a metaphorical standpoint but as I have matured both as a writer and a person, I'm about to tell you how to understand the illusion of the system you're living through. Life itself, even in the smallest of aspect is a TEST. I am not speaking from a religious standpoint, but from one both spiritually and scientifically when I say all life is meant to withstand trial. All life is formed, whether from the earth itself or whatever form of God or lack there of in which one believes, and is faced with a series of obstacles from the very beginning. When in nature the largest and strongest trees are ironically the oldest, and while age may mean a loss of ability and strength from a human being's standpoint, the tree's age represents the years its stood strong, regardless of any wind or storm that may blow it's way. We are born to grow, understand and adapt. I personally have come to the realization that the world around me, the politics or language, drama or adversity means little in the span of which I have already survived. I take on the challenges of life knowing that while I may get knocked out, I don't stay down for long and there isn't a damn thing that I can't achieve or manage as long as I have myself. My life has been a serious of loss for as long as I can remember, and at one time left me isolated as I no longer knew how to relate to those around me without my trauma spilling from my mouth like a waterfall after years of overflown rain showers. I lost the respect of those I cared about by simply not being able to be my age, and focus on the life I lived outside of my tribulation. It was as if i poured myself out in the hopes' someone would have had a similar story as mine just so that I felt relatively normal. When I thought shit hit the fan, the entire roof caved in exposing a total wave of obstacles that I'm only now getting my first breath free from the chaos. Though to some I may just be experiencing an ancestral curse passed because my grandfather forgot to carry an old woman up a mountain, I realize the blessing of having a life like mine. Once you overcome the crippling anxiety, you see it as it as, an opportunity to gain wisdom and to grow. In my moments of loss I remember that change is prominent consistently and there isn't a thing that you can do about it. So honestly do what you can, you can do all you can do and that is that on that. What comes now is good, but what is to come is great. Believe in your story, for what author would BOTHER if the final draft didnt make any sense.