In that dense forest, innumerable trees grew, rather thrived. The competition for light and water and space being so high that it seemed that each one intimidated the other by its sheer size. Some of them fruit bearing, out of which the fruits of some were edible while the others were abhorrent. The animals and birds jumping all over in all the tress; but there was one tree which was distinctly unique, as many birds made it their home.
The reason being the fruits in it. Rich ripe fruits, helping the winged species to thrive and breed. The tree inherently a bit sad when some of its ripe fruits were targeted, while it was imagining a life to be spent with its off springs, the fruits, especially the ripe ones. But little did it realise that a tree which yields ripe fruits is always a target not just for birds but the human species as well. It is probably a way to energise and motivate the tree to bear more fruits and in the process become an incon which gives for the betterment of others.
Just so, in our case, when we lose something - an object dear to us or somebody dear to us, can it be looked at as a way of the higher power pushing us to learn to give, and help us in the process of ripening spiritually? Is the higher power, sculpting us to be something better by taking us through the acid test? Are we in a way chosen from the crowd? If so, why would I not be ready to lose? After all, do I really lose anything, for I dont think I own any thing now nor did I own anything in the past and never shall in the future. Probably am just a temporary caretaker so what is wrong if the rightful owner takes things back?
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