Winners and Losers

I have a lot of contacts in cyberspace.

There are artists, musicians, writers, homemakers, average Joes (and Joannes) and worshippers of different religions.

These are my friends.  My Support. My teachers. My loves.

Occasionally I lose one ( or five).  Oops.  I lose.

Most of the time it is because of the things in life that I choose to support.  Wait. Not things... people.  Ideas.  Something that isn't necessarily about me.

I love the sinners.

I love the saints.

I love the outcasts, the loners, the shunned, the young and the old, the odd and the different.

I love the scared.  The worried. The confused.

It saddens me every time I have to say good-bye to someone that I have accepted into my life.

I suppose those who have left me somehow feel justified in their choice.  Superior...
A sort of calm self- righteousness.

I don't know nor do I care what any of their own peccadilloes might be...

I would just like them to know that I loved them, too.

I wish them well...

I hope they win.