Posted by: Calmseas (Mike) | April 18, 2012


To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted.  –Ecclesiastes 3: 1-2 (KJV).

It has been said that we don’t know what we have until we have lost it.  That would seem to me to be a universal human truth.  When someone close to us has passed on, we all have said that we wish we had spent more time with that person, or that we wish we had just one more opportunity to see him or her.  How many of us have said, “If only I had known that this was the last time I would ever see . . . .”?

When we become close to people, separation hurts; the closer we are, the deeper the pain, and the greater the agony.  But we as humans will willingly accept the potential for pain as the price we pay for relationships.  Alfred Lord Tennyson said it best:

“I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.”

No matter how old we get, no matter how many times we have suffered loss, it never gets any easier.  I have seen birth, and I have seen death.  I have planted, and I have had the yield pulled from the ground and carried away a great distance.  And while it all seems so unfair, it is a fact of life.  For to live life to its fullest, it is required that we take the good with the bad, that we grab hold of the warm season knowing that the winter will one day come, and the cold will be magnified greatly by our unconditional embrace of the warmth.

The gist of Tennyson’s poetic statement is this: We must make ourselves vulnerable to tomorrow’s loss in order to experience the best of life today.  Would any of us really have it any other way?


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