I Lose Something Everyday.

The following is a poem that I love by Elizabeth Bishop. I've nothing else to say about it right now except that this poem is lovely and she makes a good point, which is: you lose things everyday, simple things like keys and socks to big things like your first love or your confidence, but she reminds you that it is NOT a disaster. You'll either find it or you won't, but either way, you'll be fine in the end. :D


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, Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. 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. -- 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!) a disaster.

- One Art, by Elizabeth Bishop