Is losing really that bad? In our society being a ‘loser’ is an insult.
It denotes being the bottom of the economic and status food chain-like my cute rabbits.
Right now I have lost cherished relationships and the heart break is a lump in my throat, a rock in my stomach, a gnawing reminder of my failures…. – of course I take full responsibility for this-which is not healthy for me, but where I find myself emotionally….
I wanna fall in love with losing, embrace it, hug it, swallow it coz my gut feeling tells me I’ll come out stronger and better…cleverer and at peace.
At one with my life as it stands. No regrets. Like my contented rabbits who are everybodies for the taking…