Rushing into Life

Its amazing how quickly someone can become part of our lives.  Spend a couple of months with someone and next thing you know you are used to them being around and even the little things start to become common place.  I don't mean this in a bad way.  Humans like anything things else do better with familiarity and steadiness.  So when part of your everyday life is abruptly halted by death or break-up or whatever then life just doesn't seem the same.  Even if someone doesn't die we still go through the same mourning process because in a very real way part of our lives are dead.  This becomes especially hard when it was something that we truly took pleasure in.  Perhaps this is why I am angry today.  I'm not angry at anyone in particular just angry that part of my life that I took great pleasure in has been taken away, again.  The relational part of my life is one that I take great pleasure in.  I always have.  I'm not sure why.  Some people love their careers and some love their hobbies but I love my relationships.  My friendships, my family and especially my romantic relationships have always been my existential life blood.  But this is a dangerous way to live.  Because when it comes to people, when you love greatly it is almost certain that you will, at some point, lose greatly.