Yes, so true and so profound.
Holding on tightly to anything and squeezes the living life out of just about everything is fear.. That fear driven hold, to never let go, is the disease that insecurities are made of, and live in. Goodness knows how many times I have felt my hand and heart clutching with pain onto something in my life, because that’s all I knew, that’s all I had, that’s all I was given – or – that’s all I was allowed to believe my worth was... How do we say it – That’s mine, that belongs to me, it’s mine, I own it, it made me.. That’s how we teach our kids right – Its yours, That belongs to you, and, It has your name on it so don’t lose it... Yep, I’m taught to hold onto (it) and (forever) as a child... Until one day one wakes and all is gone, even the tears of loosing those possessions run out at some stage.. But yes, letting go of possessions and thought is a challenge, indeed it is, and funny in the same sense, as when one lets go of anything, it’s amazing how all of a sudden, that thing we held onto for dear life with complete emotions of sadness and loss, only to see on the other hand that it brings a ‘smile’ of release somewhere down the track... For me the learning pain of letting go is the happiness of finding ‘me’. You know I’m learning in my life, that, life is just too short to be a life’s hoarder, I’m holding onto that identity because I believe it is me, but until I really and truly let go, I will never know, it’s a slow process and a choice really, but one day I will know who the whole me is...
I just remembered a little youth saying that goes; If you love something, Set it free, If it comes back, it's yours, If it doesn't, it never was...
On Jun 12, 2012 Edit Lak wrote :
Holding on tightly to anything and squeezes the living life out of just about everything is fear.. That fear driven hold, to never let go, is the disease that insecurities are made of, and live in. Goodness knows how many times I have felt my hand and heart clutching with pain onto something in my life, because that’s all I knew, that’s all I had, that’s all I was given – or – that’s all I was allowed to believe my worth was... How do we say it – That’s mine, that belongs to me, it’s mine, I own it, it made me.. That’s how we teach our kids right – Its yours, That belongs to you, and, It has your name on it so don’t lose it... Yep, I’m taught to hold onto (it) and (forever) as a child... Until one day one wakes and all is gone, even the tears of loosing those possessions run out at some stage.. But yes, letting go of possessions and thought is a challenge, indeed it is, and funny in the same sense, as when one lets go of anything, it’s amazing how all of a sudden, that thing we held onto for dear life with complete emotions of sadness and loss, only to see on the other hand that it brings a ‘smile’ of release somewhere down the track... For me the learning pain of letting go is the happiness of finding ‘me’. You know I’m learning in my life, that, life is just too short to be a life’s hoarder, I’m holding onto that identity because I believe it is me, but until I really and truly let go, I will never know, it’s a slow process and a choice really, but one day I will know who the whole me is...
I just remembered a little youth saying that goes; If you love something, Set it free, If it comes back, it's yours, If it doesn't, it never was...
In Kindness
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