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Subject The art of losing
Posted by Megan
Posted on Tue Dec 8 11:56:49 1998
From IP c550-20.svdcc.fju.edu.tw  

One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
When I was little, if anything seemed precious to me was lost or couldn't be found, I would feel very sad and might cry for a long time. Gradually growing up, I start to learn the lesson of throwing things away, even some "ever" precious things, which have been replaced by "new"ones.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Little by little I have been accustomed of losing things in my daily life. When I left my demonolatry, I forgot to bring my key. When I washed my hands, I forgot my watch. When I went to class, I forgot my books. Every single day I lose something though I don't pay attention to this.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of this will bring disaster.
As I got more, I lost even much more at the same time. When I graduated from senior high school, I almost forgot my elementary school classmates. I couldn't remember their names or faces, and I could hardly recall those happy time we spent together. These old memories are hidden deeply in my heart. Since I don't look back at them once a while, they will vanish some day.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! My last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
From daily matters to Mother's watch, tremendous things disappear in our life; however what's the difference between owning and losing if no body cares about it. Although we lost our mothers' watches, we didn't have to go to hell! We master the art of losing and maybe enjoy it! We neglect something we choose to give up instead of hold on.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
We spent several years to study at one place, then another several years to work at another place. From the river in hometown to the river beside city, space and time change and we change too. Sometimes we miss them, but just "miss".
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Concrete things and you, the rage spread broadly. The art of losing is not "too" hard to master. "Too" is stressed and specific. Unlike other lines, (Write it!) force us to face the truth that evidently we lost ourselves at last but we don't know that. We should not lie to our own selves any more, or DISASTER will ruin us at the end!


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