let go

The time we’re born, the instant without the security and warmth inside mommy’s womb, we cried.

At first day of school, we didn’t want to leave grabbing our mother’s hand, feeling so deserted to the world we might even cry.

From then on, we’re moved from class to different classes, through favorite teacher and unfavorable teachers, and school to different schools, even home to different home, we just flowed through with the environmental changes.
Along with those, our body transform too, and encountered various challenges through varied interactions.
Of those love and hate mixing the most with our heart throbbings and breakings of so-called found and lost of love.
It’s just phase after phase that we go through stages of life.

Later on, at last one finds a new family we can hold onto and bond to call our own, and even rear a child to call ours, however mishaps just can find its way to our door and tell us something’s wrong.
What we called ours were just seeds we planted, even we own their cultivated land, we don’t own the air and sunshine that they grow with. They turn bad or good, or reach their natural state of irresistable spreading their pollen around, we have not much say to them.
If we are to possess what’s supposed as each natural selection, we’re in a position of obsession to control.
And as long as persisting that possession, misery will follow, telling that it’s time to let go or lives would take its course or be dispensable eventually.
What’s really that’s left for us to possess is only memories we can call our own, and that’s the only real tangible matter.
Though wise enough, we’ll ignore the bad and leave room for the good to store.

Since the first day of our life, we’re already taught of the importance of the concept of “letting go”, and there with the luxury of a motherly figure in soothing us, in time shall we witness the come and go, the lives and deaths, could we be in solitude to find that own soothing is the only real thing, and sacred afterall, and that’s a life’s supposed to be.
Thinking back of what we’re always taught of how great love that is, love and be loved.
It’s just sugarcoated trick. Love is never meant as a commodity, only sex is !
While you offer love for sex, or sex for love, you’re just treating that as commodity.
A fair trade is alright. But how many of those can live through that sugarcoated lie ?

Let your beloved go.
When it’s time you have to let go, just let go.
It’s just sick to cage yourself and others along.
The time you can find yourself being your true master in control, and not looking for a master aimlessly to slave you, then you’re on the right track.

Is there god ? Yes, and there are.
But on this material world, the learning ground, you’re left alone of your own choices to learn of your true self.