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When I simply look half doped, half sleepy. Like one of those thankless and talentless 'lucky' beings, who are just there, waiting for the first brush of money before being thrown away. I read this. And for a moment, just one small moment, I feel differently. Later I am out of that polar region, into the normal world, struggling for rights in love and existence of course. You can always read this! Over and again :)

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 loved 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!) like disaster

- Elizabeth Bishop