Note(s) to self:
The people meant to be in your life will be in your life.
Loss goes hand in hand with love.
As for all of this heart business–it’s not a zero sum game. People aren’t just taking parts of you so that you’ll eventually be reduced to nothing. They’re giving parts of themselves, too. It’s like an ever-expanding pie.
And remember: people come and they go. “Going” isn’t atypical. But staying for some period of time is, so appreciate and cherish those who do.
My roommate and I would often exchange theories like this until two or three in the morning. Mostly in the form of consolation, since this kind of thinking has the tendency to reduce me into a crumpled sniveling heap of thoughts.
Books often have this effect. One line in a book is enough to send me over the edge. Usually they’re the little books with gargantuan meaning, the kind that you lose sight of as you grow older. At some point you become an adult, a buggish adult–all crusty and hardened with a caked outer shell–and you lose sight of certain things, i.e the things that matter. But good books, ones that teem with poignancy and meaning, have the ability to pierce through this exterior…
And then, of course, you have the lovely people who will parse through all of this with you, dissect and understand and translate the words of these authors ’til the wee hours of the morning. (Thank you)