the art of lovingly letting go
another entry by tahira, founder and ceo of the unwritten club.
universe,
you are so freeing. I’m amazed at the heights you bring me to…just because I dared to surrender…to your will, which is to lead me back to myself. over and over and over again. It’s such a beautiful thing to feel so free that it really doesn’t matter what gets thrown your way…you handle it. and the you is me in this moment.
…free because I refuse to play games with myself, so I refuse to play games with others. I hold myself in the highest of regards, and so, I’m this way with others, too. I’m kind to myself, I don’t waste my own time, so, I’d not dare accept that from you…stranger, mother, lover, or friend…the bond I seek to strengthen, first and foremost, is mine, with me.
anything that or anyone who seeks to diminish that must go! and I accept that on the other hand, if the other feels I diminish their relationship to themselves, they must remove me…like a cancer I must be uprooted. like a doctor, I’d oblige, understanding the urgency of the need at hand. I wouldn’t mind. I’m so happy to be this free…that lovingly letting go feels like a gift to us both. how beautiful is it to discover: “we’re here, together, and while our time was great, we must both move on…”
no one is forever. no place. no time. and that’s beautiful, not heartbreaking…what is the breaking of a heart, anyway? is it a muscle that can repair, retract and expand? why must we seek to stay ‘heartbroken’? why can’t we seek to find repair, instead? it’s the art of lovingly letting go…of saying, ‘thanks so much, this is where we part…’ of accepting that we can’t be someone’s everything if that someone is anyone but us… of seeing, that sometimes, even people we love aren’t healthy for us to remain in connection with.
it’s the messy work of accepting that we won’t always align – that’s ok. of knowing ourselves and seeking to know even more, even when [the ask of self-abandonment seems easier, or more alluring, in some sick, twisted way.] …seems being the operating word.
no one stays the same forever, so why carry on a narrative forever? why cling to the past? to the hurt? why oblige it in keeping you locked away there, in the dark? loving letting go is the sky. It’s the upwards motion we need, but often deny ourselves…why?
we deserve so much more than to be chained to our past selves, past places, past people…in finding true love for ourselves, we learn to lovingly let go.