Gone Away Is the Old Sadness

I don't seem to have gotten many comments on my most recent pieces, so I am going to assume that I've lost interest in my blog. Nevertheless, I will still write, for those who wish to read it. I haven't written in a full year and a month, and am jumping back into it full force. Recently, I joined Twitter, and 140 characters seems a scoff in the face of a prolific writer to me. However, it is nice for quotes. Nevertheless, here is my newest blog: In this day and age, it's easy to say "loss" is an everyday thing. Socks, stuffed animals; even children go missing, and it is all too easy to say that there is nothing we can do about it. Now, while the loss of a child can never be revoked or argued against, as it is a heinous act of that of the perpetrator, some good can always be spoken about loss. When we lose something, even if we cannot see it until far later, we gain something far greater than we ever would have without the great loss. In my personal example, just a month ago, I broke up with my boyfriend. I won't mention his name, but as it only lasted a month, it couldn't have been such a strong relationship. Now, I would have never wanted to go through the loss of someone (even if they hadn't treated me quite right), if I hadn't gained something afterwards. And, in fact, I did. In my trying times, I struck up quite the friendship with my cousin, Danny. My heart never poured out to the boyfriend, but the liquid I lost biting my thumbs about him has been replenished because of this friendship. My question of the day would be: what have you lost, and are you willing to endure, to be blessed even further afterwards?