I Know I'm Not Supposed To

It is a fact of life. There are just some things which are hard to let go of. Desperately grasping on to 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 what we were once in possession of. A grudge, material things, people, relationships,a lifestyle, a memory, a dream. As they pull farther away, the more we find our reach strengthen. Our grips, tighten. All the desperate quest to fight the loss. I have been in that position. Not wanting to let go. Going over and over in my mind of what would have been or what could I do to prevent the loss. Instead of accepting it, I held on to it. Lingered on the idea that I could still have it. But I was wrong. The loss was inevitable. I was just trying to prolong it.

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 strength. A willingness to not let go. A pull towards something better or something we hope to achieve, the grip is persistent and it builds character.

It can also be an emotional crutch. Hanging on to toxic memories, resentments, useless things, scars, the past. It can be a baggage hanging on to us which are better to let go of. The grip becoming sweaty and shaky. Anxious and desperate.

The line is grey. And grey can be admittedly satisfying, but in the end, it's also where one can easily become lost. Fight only for what you believe and decide what you believe in wisely. You have two hands but you can only move in one direction.

May whatever you choose to hold on to, be worth it in the end.

XOXO,

Karen