One of my favorite quotes is, “For whatever we lose (like a you or me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.”
I interpreted this as loss representing an evolution rather than a subtraction. This is not to say it’s pleasant-- it hurts like hell. We paint images of our present realities, assuming they are eternal.
When it’s time to erase those intricate lines, waves of grief encase our hearts. How could we have spent so much time building an image that will never manifest?
I don’t have an answer, but I do know that we are not entitled to our dreams. We can put a good fight and still “lose”, but in letting go, we allow for another beautiful masterpiece to manifest.