The absence

Sometimes, the only time you were aware of something is thru its absence. The void it creates gives you a strange feeling that something is not quite right.

You go through life and take most of things in it for granted. Once they’re gone, there’s a pang in your heart. It’s the absence of those you never pay attention to.

An acute sense of loss would be felt if what’s gone is something that is dear to us. The absence of it would create a gaping hole. A hole so big and deep it may never be filled again. I am yet to feel that kind of loss.

So how must I take it? To take and savor every grain of life and make sure I am thankful for each of them before they become an absence?