Have you ever wondered anytime in your life about the art of letting go? I am guessing your answer must be a definite “yes”. Haven’t we all been there? But probably, we haven’t really had a the courage to do it. Yes. We haven’t mustered up the courage to master the art of letting go. Only if we had, we would all have been Buddhas. Self realization would have filled us all. Life would have been much simpler.
Life, for me, is an accumulation of simple gatherings. I open my hands to catch one but I end up with arms wide open to gather enough accumulations to make it an armful. I just want to let it go, but I am so unable to. I say to myself, just this one, and want to close my arms. But I don’t.
I stretch my hands out, and hold them tight between my hands. Fingers squeezing and then eventually slipping. They fall through. ButI am nor aware how. I scoop them up all again, those that are scattered, accumulating; until it fills my hold!
I want to let it go. But I don’t want to either. No wait. I want to. It’s a constant indecisive battle that I wage against myself everyday. Indecisive? My mind thinks it’s indecisive, but it is a decisive battle implicitly, because I just let them stay. Strike one!
They just grow inside me, making a room for themselves. And I am constantly picking them all, like an apple picker; collecting them from trees, picking it from the ground. Strike two!
But I do want to master this art of letting go. But this heart wouldn’t let me… Strike Three!