Now there is a gift. If ever I would ask for a single gift, most likely it could be this. Letting go. Letting go of fear. Letting go of loss. Letting go of pain. Letting go of grief and heartache. Letting go of stress. Letting go of anger. Letting go of resentment. Letting go of memories. Letting go of the shadows of ghosts. Letting go of the past. Letting go of all the sorrow.
But in letting go of all of these , I’d be letting go of all of the good. Letting go of the confidence. Letting go of the gifts. Letting go of the joy. Letting go of the accomplishments. Letting go of the friendships. Letting go of the connections. Letting go of the love. Letting go of the memories. Letting go of the history that makes me me. Letting go of my life.
Rather than letting go, maybe I should just live. In this moment. For whatever it is. For it will soon be another moment in my life. My life. Something I’m not willing to let go.
