#Loss

A drawdown is the spectacular act of sliding from the summit of investment glory into the abyss of despair. The market, an indifferent spectator, methodically strips value and soils the investor’s pride. It mocks the myth of predictability and reduces the fortress of assets to rubble—a slippery slide beyond control.

Grief is an infinite game of counting lost things while its tally multiplies with each effort to escape the past. It fills the emptiness in your heart with a debt that never matures. Sometimes it masquerades as noble self-reflection and at other times becomes a theatrical performance for strangers. It weighs heavier than reality itself, yet paradoxically serves as proof of one’s humanity. The only relief might be the privilege granted to those who master the art of turning it into laughter.

Mourning is the socially mandated ceremony cum personal PR stage when something dear is lost. It claims to wash away memories with tears, yet demands an obligatory SNS announcement to your extended family. Beneath your black attire and solemn demeanor lies a secret hope for someone’s consolation in this ironic festival of grief.