Many kinds of deaths

Years ago, when a friend lost his cat I didn’t understand it. To me it was like losing a used ticket. Not worth it.

Few days ago I lost my first cat. I understood the difference in losing something you don’t care about and something you care about.

We even feel in despair if we lose the keys of our house, how could I even think that there was no possibility that losing a cat you lived with would be a problem?

It’s because we’re narrow minded, we think based on our experiences and what we don’t know we can’t understand. So, growing, is a little bit like dying every time. Because you leave a part of yourself behind, to make space for a new one.

The you before today is different and all those differences are cells, dead in the process, changed into something new: You.

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