Borrowing.

Dear whomsoever it may concern,

I’ve often heard that the best things in life cannot be kept. They must be passed on to another, one who needs it more than you do now.

There is never any doubt that the best things in life come and go; and yet we make absolute fools of ourselves, trying to hold onto that which was never ours to possess. The best things in life, they are borrowed.

They are borrowed until the need for them has passed and all that remains is an illusion of dependency and need; and the truth of love.

Love; a passionate, gentle and magical force that blooms from necessities placed deceivingly plain in our paths by something far beyond our comprehension.

Love, not the best things in life, makes a fool out of us; fools, whom we either laugh at in the mirror, not bitterly but fondly, or fools, who stare back at us through shards of shattered glass on the floor.

We have borrowed and made our own wonderful ‘thing’ and now we must return that which we borrowed in the first place. Over time, the borrowing and the returning become easier. Our own wonderful little things come into view much more rapidly than what we are letting go of.

Somehow, we know that things, good or bad, the best ones or the worst ones, happen so we can learn.

It’s all very difficult, but each time it becomes an easier kind of difficult. Eventually we smile.

Eventually.

Whomsoever it may concern, you have been a best thing in my life. I wish I could keep you. But since I can’t, I hope to borrow you again some day. 🙂

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