I'm in the middle of a storm. I see everything around me crashing down. I've lost all of my important possessions. I feel trapped.
I'm uncomfortable. I'm scrambling. I just want out.
I've realized I'm like a tree though. My feet are rooted to the ground. I can't just walk away from this.
My arms that flail in resistance just catch the wind and bend me farther and farther.
I have to stand in place.
In the process of losing, you learn to give.
You learn to give everything you can, because it'll all fall away anyway.
It's sad. But it's necessary.
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