Shaped through the hands of God, I was made to exist, and to befall on a world full of pain, misery, hatred, yet my existence seems worthless, a speck of dust among billions, my destiny flooded by my own self regret. But yet my actions are will be a chain of events to be the loss of one and the momentary happiness of another.
Lost, losing, lose, the detritus of life floats away on a stream of time.
Can we survive all these losses and stay intact, noble, human?
What about when we lose our memories?
Bring me nothing but losses
Losing you is my greatest tragedy
For when you are gone I can’t breath
Can’t sleep
So don’t lose me yet
For losing you
Will be my greatest regret
The loss of someone, is the unsubstantial gain of another, without ever knowing the price paid by the victor, but only the ego happiness gifted to himself.
Hi I don’t know what to write actually. My mind is as empty as the empty sky? lol much right? Haha I tend to talk to myself when everything seems abnormal to me. What? I am a weirdo? So, what? I love myself.
Too often we tend to be hobblke by the losses of our life. From childhood onm we have experieinced some sort of loss. The real challenge would be to see what might be a loss and use it as a springboard towards growth.
We all experience them. Sometimes they simply bother us, while other times they are devastating. We often measure ourselves by them, when in reality, it’s losses that allow us to grow, and we become stronger because of them.
‘Just cut your losses Bret…it’ done.’
Bret felt the heat of the dice in his hands, slightly damp from the sweat of his palms. He had so much to lose. But so much to gain.
He let the dice fall from his hands to the sound of gasps.
‘Just cut your losses Bret…it’ done.’
Bret felt the heat of the dice in his hands, slightly damp from the sweat of his palms. He had so much to lose. But so much to gain.
When i look at the word, it sounds depressing. Something negative. Something less. But are all the losses in our life necessarily negative? Bad? If you don’ lose, ou will never gain. Or rather never want to gain.
The bittersweet remembrance of things past filled her head on the drive into work. No real regrets, but a yearning borne out of memories of care free time, self-indulgent pleasure, no responsibilities. That was a loss in itself, sacrificed to the alter of adulthood.
I once lost my DS but then I found it deep inside my junk drawer. It was really depressing when I lost it because I had just bought a shit ton of games and I was excited to use all of them. Sigh. Well I have it now so it doesn’t matter anymore. Woo. That’s it.
My grandma died two years ago. Her birthday should have been days ago, and i was the only one to forget. i saw my dad open a bag with a dying dog inside. A puppy. I think that describes how i felt when i lost my grandma. That’s how loss makes me feel. Like a dying puppy in a bag, ran over by a car and thrown away like trash, but still breathing… Still breathing.
she losses the ball in soccer all the time. Why did i put her on my team again? Oh yeah, she made me. I am not going to let her boss me around anymore. I wouldn’t be surprised if we lose.
I’ve loved and lost a lot of things in my short lifetime. And everyday It pains me to notice what I have loved and lost. Everyday is a constant reminder of what has gone, what is past, what I lived for. Everything goes away in the end. Loved ones, family, even your favourite hobbies are destroyed. Everything you thought you were is eaten away, by people, by the world, until you become an annoying breathing existance who has nothing to give, simply because they’re too afraid to give it away. Yes, I am afraid.
I’ve loved and lost a lot of things in my short lifetime. And everyday It pains me to notice what I have loved and lost. Everyday is a constant reminder of what has gone, what is past, what I lived for. Everything goes away in the end. Loved ones, family, even your favourite hobbies are destroyed. Everything you thought you were is eaten away, by people, by the world, until you become an annoying breathing existance who has nothing to give, simply because they’re too afraid to give it away.
such a big word, there are a lot of them. in reality they mean very little while providing very much. they help create balance and reassure us of our good moments.
I’ve had a lot of losses in my time. Family, friends, pets, even cars (yes. cars.) but none were so bad as losing Ryan. He was my life. He didn’t die overall, just only to me. He told me he hated me, and moved away. My last words to him were; disappear then, apparate from my life. I miss him.
there is a fire that consumed the palace in the night and no one saw the orange and red and yellow and no one felt the heat.
everyone slept through it, the fire in the night.
only the queen felt her crown was melting from rooms away, and when she got there, the soles of her feet were raw, the meat and bone of the queen, in the fire in the night.
and she said, ‘dear me,’ as she saw her melting crown, as she saw a pool of gold, another shade of yellow, with a glimmer and a richness, in the fire in the night.
she tried to collect the pool of gold in her hands in the fire in the night, scooping a molten treasure up and trying to gather it in her nightgown. soon the gold had frozen in the crevices of her fingerprints and then she used her mouth to save the crown, this molten crown. the queen, with the crown swimming in her stomach, in the fire in the night.
long live the queen, another shade of yellow in the fire in the night. long live the queen, who was the fire in the palace in the night.
I’ve experienced quite a few losses in my life- love, life, pets. The list goes on and on, really. Among the most severe was my great aunt Jemima. Not everyone gets close to their great aunt, but I had the wonderful opportunity to get to know one of the most thought-provoking people I’;ve ever met to this day. Aunt Jemima loved to garden, and drink scotch while she did so. She was a rather dirty hoe, if you’ll excuse my French.
The losses for one person may well be the gain for another. As unfortunate as this is, this is the world we live in. Sorrow…despair…happiness…triumph. It’s bound to happen. We can’t win all of the time.
people lose many things. not only items, but people can become lost too. some lose themselves but others lose another person from their life. No one can control what we lose for no one wants to lose anything. Lossses are out of our hands,
I went to my stock broker on a Thursday. I asked to view my account as I had seen my investments had taken some losses and I was looking at possible options as to whether waiting out for a rise or selling would be a better option.
We all go through losses. I for one has been through quite a few. I can’t believe that I’m still completely O.K. even after it all. Well, I guess, it’s only through my family that I was able to get through with it. :) That’s it pretty much for today! Tomorrow again.
The team was now losing. Now what? Is there a sign of hope for them? None. So why play? Because they want to. They want to have fun. They didn’t want to receive power but they only want to enjoy the games.
It had been two months and six days since they last heard from her. They understood why she packed and left- the crops had failed, the raiders kept coming by more frequently and they had been eyeing her.. they wanted her next.
Her aunt and uncle watched her leave, met her gaze with hollow sockets for all that they had lost. They would have preferred that she stay, that she tend to the mess with them– but these days constricted one’s throat, pressed one against a wall, suffocated.
It was only for the time being, they said to themselves– just until tensions die down, and then she can come back. But they knew she would be unable to return.
Sometimes in life you’ve got to count your losses. Loosing something may seem like Everything, but its really nothing. Love the things you lose, because you will find them again.
losses are but gains in disguise. All my losses are all that I have truly gained in my life. the lesson that follows is indeed precious.
The gita says we have nothing to lose because nothing in this world is truly ours. What then is loss?
Shaped through the hands of God, I was made to exist, and to befall on a world full of pain, misery, hatred, yet my existence seems worthless, a speck of dust among billions, my destiny flooded by my own self regret. But yet my actions are will be a chain of events to be the loss of one and the momentary happiness of another.
family, friends, food, pets, love, life, anonymous, hearts, feelings, souls, babys, breath, smiles, laughs (:
Lost, losing, lose, the detritus of life floats away on a stream of time.
Can we survive all these losses and stay intact, noble, human?
What about when we lose our memories?
Bring me nothing but losses
Losing you is my greatest tragedy
For when you are gone I can’t breath
Can’t sleep
So don’t lose me yet
For losing you
Will be my greatest regret
The loss of someone, is the unsubstantial gain of another, without ever knowing the price paid by the victor, but only the ego happiness gifted to himself.
Hi I don’t know what to write actually. My mind is as empty as the empty sky? lol much right? Haha I tend to talk to myself when everything seems abnormal to me. What? I am a weirdo? So, what? I love myself.
When you nonchalantly said, “Let’s cut our losses,” I gasped and quickly looked away. It was like telling me to cut my limbs–I’d rather die instead.
Too often we tend to be hobblke by the losses of our life. From childhood onm we have experieinced some sort of loss. The real challenge would be to see what might be a loss and use it as a springboard towards growth.
We all experience them. Sometimes they simply bother us, while other times they are devastating. We often measure ourselves by them, when in reality, it’s losses that allow us to grow, and we become stronger because of them.
‘Just cut your losses Bret…it’ done.’
Bret felt the heat of the dice in his hands, slightly damp from the sweat of his palms. He had so much to lose. But so much to gain.
He let the dice fall from his hands to the sound of gasps.
‘Just cut your losses Bret…it’ done.’
Bret felt the heat of the dice in his hands, slightly damp from the sweat of his palms. He had so much to lose. But so much to gain.
He let the dice fall from his hands.
time
time..i lost much time and years with people who tend to bring me down coz they know im above them.
When i look at the word, it sounds depressing. Something negative. Something less. But are all the losses in our life necessarily negative? Bad? If you don’ lose, ou will never gain. Or rather never want to gain.
The bittersweet remembrance of things past filled her head on the drive into work. No real regrets, but a yearning borne out of memories of care free time, self-indulgent pleasure, no responsibilities. That was a loss in itself, sacrificed to the alter of adulthood.
I once lost my DS but then I found it deep inside my junk drawer. It was really depressing when I lost it because I had just bought a shit ton of games and I was excited to use all of them. Sigh. Well I have it now so it doesn’t matter anymore. Woo. That’s it.
My grandma died two years ago. Her birthday should have been days ago, and i was the only one to forget. i saw my dad open a bag with a dying dog inside. A puppy. I think that describes how i felt when i lost my grandma. That’s how loss makes me feel. Like a dying puppy in a bag, ran over by a car and thrown away like trash, but still breathing… Still breathing.
she losses the ball in soccer all the time. Why did i put her on my team again? Oh yeah, she made me. I am not going to let her boss me around anymore. I wouldn’t be surprised if we lose.
I’ve loved and lost a lot of things in my short lifetime. And everyday It pains me to notice what I have loved and lost. Everyday is a constant reminder of what has gone, what is past, what I lived for. Everything goes away in the end. Loved ones, family, even your favourite hobbies are destroyed. Everything you thought you were is eaten away, by people, by the world, until you become an annoying breathing existance who has nothing to give, simply because they’re too afraid to give it away. Yes, I am afraid.
I’ve loved and lost a lot of things in my short lifetime. And everyday It pains me to notice what I have loved and lost. Everyday is a constant reminder of what has gone, what is past, what I lived for. Everything goes away in the end. Loved ones, family, even your favourite hobbies are destroyed. Everything you thought you were is eaten away, by people, by the world, until you become an annoying breathing existance who has nothing to give, simply because they’re too afraid to give it away.
such a big word, there are a lot of them. in reality they mean very little while providing very much. they help create balance and reassure us of our good moments.
I’ve had a lot of losses in my time. Family, friends, pets, even cars (yes. cars.) but none were so bad as losing Ryan. He was my life. He didn’t die overall, just only to me. He told me he hated me, and moved away. My last words to him were; disappear then, apparate from my life. I miss him.
there is a fire that consumed the palace in the night and no one saw the orange and red and yellow and no one felt the heat.
everyone slept through it, the fire in the night.
only the queen felt her crown was melting from rooms away, and when she got there, the soles of her feet were raw, the meat and bone of the queen, in the fire in the night.
and she said, ‘dear me,’ as she saw her melting crown, as she saw a pool of gold, another shade of yellow, with a glimmer and a richness, in the fire in the night.
she tried to collect the pool of gold in her hands in the fire in the night, scooping a molten treasure up and trying to gather it in her nightgown. soon the gold had frozen in the crevices of her fingerprints and then she used her mouth to save the crown, this molten crown. the queen, with the crown swimming in her stomach, in the fire in the night.
long live the queen, another shade of yellow in the fire in the night. long live the queen, who was the fire in the palace in the night.
The Olympic athletes — wins and losses, surprises, always surprises.
I experience losses every single day. So many opportunities are missed and therefore lost every second, buried under the sands of time.
I’ve experienced quite a few losses in my life- love, life, pets. The list goes on and on, really. Among the most severe was my great aunt Jemima. Not everyone gets close to their great aunt, but I had the wonderful opportunity to get to know one of the most thought-provoking people I’;ve ever met to this day. Aunt Jemima loved to garden, and drink scotch while she did so. She was a rather dirty hoe, if you’ll excuse my French.
can drag u into the deepest abbys and/or show u the way. Take it!
lost, death, failure, missing, life, no gain, worthless, hair, money,, time, patience, loosing your mind, pass away, let go, miss,
La perdita. Conosci bene questo nome, perchè anche tu hai perso. Non una partita a carte o il tuo cappello preferito. No, qui parliamo di persone.
The losses for one person may well be the gain for another. As unfortunate as this is, this is the world we live in. Sorrow…despair…happiness…triumph. It’s bound to happen. We can’t win all of the time.
So many to write about…then a gain with every loss comes some sort of gain! Funny really its not just weight we are talking about either!
people lose many things. not only items, but people can become lost too. some lose themselves but others lose another person from their life. No one can control what we lose for no one wants to lose anything. Lossses are out of our hands,
Losses make me cry
They rend my heart apart
and make me want to die
But losses also make me learn
and grow and yearn
for the the wins that are surely to come
i’ll just have to wait for some more time
I went to my stock broker on a Thursday. I asked to view my account as I had seen my investments had taken some losses and I was looking at possible options as to whether waiting out for a rise or selling would be a better option.
We all go through losses. I for one has been through quite a few. I can’t believe that I’m still completely O.K. even after it all. Well, I guess, it’s only through my family that I was able to get through with it. :) That’s it pretty much for today! Tomorrow again.
The team was now losing. Now what? Is there a sign of hope for them? None. So why play? Because they want to. They want to have fun. They didn’t want to receive power but they only want to enjoy the games.
It had been two months and six days since they last heard from her. They understood why she packed and left- the crops had failed, the raiders kept coming by more frequently and they had been eyeing her.. they wanted her next.
Her aunt and uncle watched her leave, met her gaze with hollow sockets for all that they had lost. They would have preferred that she stay, that she tend to the mess with them– but these days constricted one’s throat, pressed one against a wall, suffocated.
It was only for the time being, they said to themselves– just until tensions die down, and then she can come back. But they knew she would be unable to return.
Sometimes in life you’ve got to count your losses. Loosing something may seem like Everything, but its really nothing. Love the things you lose, because you will find them again.
Loss are a tough thing to overcome but A reason for losses may be to learn to live without so much. You truly only have yourself in this world.
losses are but gains in disguise. All my losses are all that I have truly gained in my life. the lesson that follows is indeed precious.
The gita says we have nothing to lose because nothing in this world is truly ours. What then is loss?