*english only. 

have you ever lost someone? by lost here, i don’t mean the kind of lost when that person die but rather to when that person ‘left’. many of you might have said yes though some might get lucky enough by saying no. as for me, yes i’ve lost people. not one. not once. sad? i did. who wouldn’t? but i always tried to say to myself that when the time comes they’ll be back. everything’s not gonna be the same, but it wll get better. because i have learn something that i didn’t know before and they have learn something the didn’t know before.

the lost shouldn’t last forever. when time finished healing the wound and gave enough time to gather its broken pieces everything will come altogether. that’s what’s happening now. and i’m glad of that.

quoting a poem, my most favorite poem, the art of losing isn’t hard to master. but when you master it (just like i did) make sure you also master the song of hoping. it helps. a lot. :)

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

–Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied.  It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.