Bitter Sweet Losses

There is always such a bitter-sweet sadness that comes with finishing a book.

You'd think that with as many books as I've finished in my life, I'd be used to it, and would have found ways to cope, and yet...

I suppose that is a mark of a good book. When you can't just sit up and continue on with normal life when you turn the last page, skim the acknowledgements for hope of some extra goodness (I've never found joy there, in the acknowledgement pages, but yet I always look, hoping for an extra taste of... some unknown joy) and close the cover. When there's still that lingering thought, where you feel like there's still a part of yourself lost in the pages, searching between the lines for extra goodness, and you can feel the loss.

Maybe I'm dramatic. Maybe I'm insane. Or maybe I've uncovered one of the greatest mysterious joys of life. Who knows?

I just want to find a way to make the good things last. Then again, who isn't looking for the exact same thing? I suppose I should just be like Dr. Suess said... "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." Which, in and of itself, is an awesome thing. But applying it? Not so easy, my dear Doctor (and somehow I know you knew this as well).