let go
All my life, I thought it was my tendency to hold on to things that
made me special. But special is a very tricky word. They also use it
for the handicapped. Now the fact that I feel everything belongs to
me, is my handicap. A close friend insisted that letting go, is the
correct thing to do. But wait, do I have an option really? It is not
the correct thing to do, it is the only thing to do. If nothing else
then, death shall snatch it all away. I have been striving on this
process and correctness of it for 3 days, I'm sure I must go through
this process. But achievement is a different ball game.
What of my pebbles then?
Are they not mine?
Why am I carrying their weight, romanticizing with them?
I am scared to lose. To lose the capability to attach myself.
2 comments:
Your pebbles are yours to carry...you carry them to reminisce them; they tell your story, not bore you down under their weight.
Right, wrong, only perhaps all terms are relative, and why blame them, life herself is so relative. Letting go, does not mean giving up on attachment; sometimes it simply is learning to live, and to live happily with the non-existence of it :)
May you have a wonderful pujo, my love! Live a lill bit of it on my behalf too :*
i wish i know how to live with life ash.. i am still as uncomfortable as i was the moment i grew up. and pujo i shall live, for both of us and most of it for Dadu :) I have to.
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