The upheaval of loss recently touched me, is still with me.
A 30-year-long best friend, soul brother, suddenly and without any precipitating incident or explanation, effectively cancelled me: no responses to emails, texts, phone calls. I know from mutual friends he is alive and well, so he obviously made a decision to shut me completely out of his life.
I’ve been observing my reaction to this situation since it began a few months ago. I’ve been through enough therapy to be able to see things quite clearly from the psychotherapeutic point of view. But I’d like to add a Krishnamurtian pov to my understanding.
What is going on in me with respect to this quite profound loss? By extension, what goes on in all of us humans when we lose something we love and are psychologically attached to?
Loss. It’s huge, right? And inevitable. What is it?
Not looking for sympathy or psychotherapeutic analysis, have plenty of both. Interested in how Krishnamurti might have seen and understood the situation.