Lost Sand

There, of course, are those times of fear filled with Anxiousness and Adrenalin. Fear of falling, fear of spiders, fear of death. This isn’t what kind of fear. For there are also those times of the utmost fear, the fear of Loss. I am all too familiar with it. I have lost so many people in my life, and yet again, here it is happening again. It is a cruel reality to watch friendships and relationships fall from your fingers like sand. The unknown requirement of water to hold it together evaporates, leaving you with nothing. Your tongue becomes tied. You pray. You pluck up the courage… and you are burnt… not for the first time. Or perhaps the situation is different… and it just keeps on getting worse while you know you can do nothing as you actually watch as one of the most important people in the world is helplessly taken away. Or maybe your now 7 point anchor is threatened yet again, while you sit, confused as what you can do, speculating that the answer is nothing yet again. And what if this anchor is lost? What do you do? It will always exist in some form… and others will still be there, but that first and o’ so important one is gone… split. What then do you do? Is it possible to catch the falling sand when it itself has a mind of its own? If you can’t make everyone happy, is there a way to at least make yourself and those you love happy? Will your pride get in the way? Will theirs? Or will the tally of losses continue to grow? As always… time can only tell.