Complete Where I Am

I am complete where I am; loss does not incomplete me.

While loss does not incomplete me, I’m tired of it, though my weariness has no bearing on life; life happens to us whether we like it or not. It is how we react that makes a difference, or, if we are not paying attention, makes no difference at all, and leaves us trapped in sameness, an unpleasant cell if ever there was one.

We are, each of us, whole and complete, simply because we are. Voices, experiences, messages, losses, all these things can lead us to believe that without something outside ourselves we are not whole, not worthy, that somehow without the presence of another, of something, we barely exist, if, in fact, we exist at all.

I am complete where I am; so are you. Loss does not incomplete me, nor does it incomplete you.

Be you. You’re already there.