Once you understand that our existence is a continuous history of loss. Nothing lasts forever, everything is ephemeral. Life acts as a furious engine that never stops. We lose everything as we try to gain, as we try to live, and decipher its meaning. We lose our youth, innocence, vitality, idealism, material possessions, loves come and go, or never come at all, relatives leave us, culture changes, and the old planet keeps aging as we forget to love it.
This idea is very pragmatic, but it's a strong mechanism to cope with the innate cruelties of nature and life. Its pragmatism gives you some sort of immunity; you will suffer less, or at least cry less.
tragically, I'm such a idealist.
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