As I get older it is becoming increasingly clear that letting go of something is one of the hardest things we have to do as human beings; to let go is to acknowledge that something either was never ours to begin with or simply ours no longer. To let go is to accept what was, what is, and what can never be; to step outside of ourselves and see ourselves, others, and any situation in a new light.
I think for many of us it takes a very long time to come to grips with the fact that some things have to be let go of in order to move forward; in order to reclaim our lives when everything seems to be drifting further and further away. In the last year I’ve had to learn some very hard lessons about life; lessons that I was not prepared for and lessons that are continually reshaping who I am on a daily basis. Among these lessons was the sad reality that sometimes we have to let go in order to grasp something even greater, be it a new purpose, a new love, or a newfound peace of mind.
No matter the treasure we are apt to find when releasing our claim, there is no arguing that letting go of something or someone so important to us is incredibly difficult and sometimes the most unwelcoming experience of our lives.
I think the problem with letting go lies in the fact that few of us understand that nothing really belongs to us to begin with. This world and the people in it are in a constant state of motion from birth to death; a state in which everything is continually changing and nothing is ever static. With that being said, how can we possibly lay claim to any of it while everything continues on its own trajectory that may or may not coincide with our own?
It’s easy to think that something is ours, but the reality is that just because it is within our grasp now, that does not mean it will remain there. How can it? Furthermore, no matter how still it may seem within our clutch, it is foolish to believe that it is not still moving; it is foolish to believe that our grasp upon it will prevent it from slipping away.
For many of us, maybe it’s time to let go; to let the people we love and the things we cherish continue on their paths, free from the physical manifestation – the pain, the anger, the loss – of the notion that they belong to us. Maybe by letting go we’ll be able to continue on our own paths, in the constant state of motion that we were born into; the arc of life.
Until next time…stay classy.
– C.M. Berry