I guess you could say that seeing letters or pictures again after a long time still hurt because I’ve been desperately holding on to the memory attached to each one of them. It was never about the object. It has always been about the memory.
Fear holds us back. Fear of loss, fear of not knowing what’s going to happen next. It amplifies all the hurt and suffering, leaving us trapped and unfulfilled. Don’t get me wrong, holding on to certain memories is fine. It’s fine to look back every now and then. But sometimes holding on to the memory is what’s holding us back. We kill ourselves just to keep a memory alive.
Life is unfair because everyone (and I mean everyone) has to deal with loss. Letting go is something that was never easy for anyone. It’s not easy to let go of a thing, a person, or even so, a memory. We hold on to things that had some kind of value at some point in our lives, but in order to grow and truly achieve freedom, we have to learn to let go.
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