Lost part!!!!

"Every battle starts to conquer something tangible....
but in the end it just turns out to be winning it...
what u gain or loose pretty much losses the meaning...!!"

I lost a part of me the day this happened. To be honest this is the second time I lost a part of me. Leaving me two less of what i had. I tried to crib about it many times, but i as it turned out there was no one who is listening. I cribbed and listened to it myself.

In this past life of mine which is sizable in terms of duration but shorter in terms of living, i see loosing even a penny of yourself would be sizable.

It happened and I took it like this is tragedy that will shape me for coming life.

It happened again and i failed to appreciate the positives a failure could have.

Now.................................what i am left with!!!!!!!??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i am sick of laughing at my failures............
i am sick of finding ways to overcome the frustration of failure....
I am sick of smiling in front of people in the morning when i know i celebrated the grief of my failure last night...
i am sick of being the part of this human race which doesn't give a damn about what happens to you until something happens to them.....

Humanity was lost the moment this whole world was populated with humans. Maybe this is why people came up with this
word, to keep its existence at least in the form of group of letters with meaning.

Deep down this question is haunting me and will always haunt me "was it me or....??"