We have lost more knowledge than we ever had.
We didn’t lose. We just haven’t won yet.
We can lose our friends, people we love. It’s not about us anymore. It’s about a future.
There are battles you lose even if you win.
The dead at least have the luxury of being done with what they lost.
Some people the world can’t afford to lose.
Loss of curiosity is a loss of humanity.
Losing people is one thing. Not being allowed to grieve for them, it’s, uh… well, that’s another.
I just keep losing. I mean some people just supposed to lose? For balance in the universe? I mean, like, are there just some people on Earth who supposed to be here just to make it easier for the winners? Like, really.
Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all. Even in me. Then I got lost. Kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away.
Every day without hope is a day closer to becoming a Lost Boy.
Easy not to lose what you never had.
