“The art of losing isn't hard to master”*

'One Art' is one of my favourite poems.

At first it may seem a little depressing.

Losing things; some, seemingly arbitrary; others, more absolute.

Today I momentarily lost my computer mouse, the last in a growing list of things I've lost recently. Most annoyingly my pen drive and sunglasses have gone walkabout. I blame tidy living. I could always find things in the organised mess that was my bedroom floor. (or maybe I just remember finding things because it was such a miracle if I did.)

I've lost a lot of things in the last year or so.
some pounds, some sleep, some boundaries, some family, some friends

losing things can hurt. A lot.

But it's only in losing things that you realise what you have.

The lack of something you had, brings appreciation for the thing you had and what you have left.

I've heard many people say that they wish they had wings so they could fly. But this never really made much sense to me. The idea that something unachievable will make your life more meaningful.

Yes wings would be pretty cool. But isn't it just a symptom of the human condition (a an excuse of a phrase in itself): We aim for what we can't have so that we have something to concentrate on, an excuse, to escape reality. Something to blame other than ourselves.

Perhaps.

But what is there to blame for, when what we have is so fantastic.

Whose to say that the birds don't look at us in awe of the ability to live without the wings that constrict them to the skies? Oh, for aposable thumbs!

The thing I don't get is this:
the people i've met in life who seem to be most happy are the ones that have no quams with giving up everything.

Even more baffiling are the one's who have 'nothing' and are happy.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

But the art of finding is.

Finding that life can be an amazing thing, and anything else is a bonus.

This poem to me is not depressing.

It's a reminder that life lives that opposite way than we like it to. That there's a lot more to be had.
Could it be that sometimes losing is the only way to find?