. . . one way or another you will lose. You will leave them or they will leave you. How can something so obvious not be ever present?
The person who annoyed you on the road, history. The person who snubbed you in high school, the recruiter who never called you back. Your best friend, the love of your life, the parents who spent their lives raising you. . . one day gone.
We spend our days imagining and planning for the future, but we don’t consider the future won’t hold everyone we love. Buddhists keep the idea that the glass is already cracked which reminds them not to worry about the future catastrophe, but to enjoy the moment.
And so to all my loves —
I had a really good time with you. I’m looking forward to more. I’m hoping for more. But I have enough.