I used to think this world was a gift from our ancestors, a possession that we may bend to our will to our liking. That was what I used to think. The older I get however the nature of relationship changed, man and this world is not of ownership. What is often mistaken as a gift from those who come before, is rather a temporary loan from those who have yet to come, our descendants. Man does not own, merely charged with the duty to keep it and take care of it, the only say he has in the matter is what kind of world he will hand back.
Truth of it is that we don’t lose our loved ones when they do take their leave from us. Love if it is real, is never about possession and one cannot lose what is not owned, rather it is we have lost a part of ourselves to them.