The art of losing

This time is not about politics, this time is about losing. Not losing my religion as REM once made us sing. It is about the art of losing.

Yesterday I saw a movie of the gender I enjoy the most: Romantic comedy. Most of my male friends doesnt like this kind of movies and I could understand why: they prefer action movies or other...jeejee

Anyway, the movie I saw is "in her shoes" with Cameron Diaz and an English actress. At one point, Cameron reads a poem, a poem that I reproduce right here:

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

This part of the movie is so peaceful. It gives us a great oportunity to enjoy this deep poem that the character reads to a dying man. For an Erasmus Mundus student, the art of losing, losing friends ( in the distance) that Bishop describes so well becomes a must to master. When you travel you meet so many interesting and nice people that you 'll have to eventually say good bye to and Bishop reminded me that it makes part of our journey.