The art of losing.

You may be wondering why the title of this blog post suggests that there is art in loss, well, there sorta is.

When you lose something or someone, you go through a state of shock at first, you can't believe they're gone, it doesn't seem real.

 You may even have dreams about this person.

Then after you've accepted the fact that they're gone, it still hurts so freaking bad that your heart literally cries, it sobs tears of sorrow and so do you. 

Your mind wants to feel better, but you just can't, you CAN'T!!! 

So everyday, you grieve, cry, sleep. Repeat.

But then time goes on. It has to. Time can't stand still, and neither can you.

It's not that you've forgotten about that person, the way they made you laugh, the way they smiled or even the way their voice sounded. 

It's just at some point you have to start your life again, for them.

It's hard to live without someone that you've lived so well with for many years.

It's hard not to wanna hug them, kiss them and tell them you love them.

But, sometimes you just have to start over.

 Just like an artist and his blank canvas, he will spend days upon months and sometimes years on a painting, he puts every bit of himself, his life, his blood sweat and tears into his work. 

And when this beautiful, glorious masterpiece is finished he has to start over again, on a blank canvas, to create something beautiful again. Again. 

(Pablo Picasso "crying woman")

Then that previous canvas, that beautiful work of art gets to be appreciated by all who pass by it and see it hanging in a gallery.

So, when you are having to start over again, just picture yourself and your life as the new blank canvas, and God the artist. 

Live free. Love wildly. Love God.

Xoxo,

Kiersty