Read this if you lost someone who's still alive
A brief reflection on losing people who were once important to you.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what the people who used to play a part in my life are up to now.
Honestly, I think that’s what makes life most beautiful—how someone who used to play such a big part in your life, someone you used to see every day and meant something to you, could be living a life completely separate from you now. As if the universe always meant for you to meet some people for a short time, then live the rest of your life as a distant memory. Forever meant to personify the relationship between life and death—the life of a relationship, the death of a star. And once the dust settles from the storm, we carry on as if none of it even happened. With only footsteps in the sand to prove that something once existed here.
What always amazes me is how someone can mean so much to you, and yet, you never realize they’ll eventually mean nothing at all. But still, parts of them will linger on. In the way you talk, the way you choose to stand up for someone in need, or even the way you carry yourself. Parts of them will always live within you, whether you like it or not.
Maybe this is the meaning of life—
to collect pieces of everyone around you and keep molding yourself for as long as you’re a part of this Earth, even if they’re not a part of your life anymore.
Everyone that you meet will change you in some way. And what’s even more reassuring is that everyone you meet will be changed because you were also a part of their lives too. We’re all mosaics of each other, meant to mirror back what we need to heal or what we need to see within ourselves.
Some people are only meant to be in your life for a season, but even long after they’re gone, they can impact you for a lifetime.
You’ll forever find them in every person that you meet. Maybe not in a way that says that you miss them, but in a way that shows that they once meant something to you.
I think that’s something to be grateful for.