I know we’re not supposed to
There are some things which are hard to let go of. Grasping onto whatever strands may be in reach, whether for love or hate, out of desperation or hope – there is something in our nature that resists parting with something that we were once in position of. Material things, people, a grudge, a lifestyle, a memory, a dream. As they pull farther away, our reach lengthens and our grip tightens to fight the loss. In some spaces, this action can be a beautiful thing. Fighting for people we love, hanging on to hope for a better day, believing in a dream – it’s a strength. A willingness to not let go, a pull towards something better or something we hope to achieve, the grip is persistence, and it builds character and personal development. It can also be a crutch. Hanging on to toxic memories, resentment, useless things, scar tissue, the past – it can be a fetter binding us to things which are better to let go of. The grip becomes sweaty, anxious and …
