Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Learning to Let go

Goodbyes are never easy nor are they pleasant. Unfortunately, we live in a high populated society surrounded with an abundance of wonderful people and meaningful acquaintances. I am packing my belongings right now to leave one college, in hopes of a less stressful experience at another.One of those meaningful people just exited my apartment door, and three of them will still be occupying the space after I head home.


The worst thing we can do to ourselves as human beings is hold on to each other to tightly. Our presence here is  temporary as are our possessions. I was working at a soul food kitchen in Oregon several months ago and a man named Charles would walk past the restaurant everyday. Charles was homeless, but not always. Come to find out, he used to be a lawyer and had a wonderful family. His wife and children passed, and he quit everything that made him happy because he lost the things which brought him the most happiness in the world.

My loss is not half as tragic, but I have always had a hard time letting go as most of us do. Maybe it is a high school sweetheart, a college crush, an ex husband, or even an old hobby that used to bring you excitement; no matter what, we have to learn to release and let new things in. Although I am attempting to preach about living life without attachments, trust me, my heart is being tugged on as we speak. I have been hurt before, by someone who seemed to care so much but cared so little and then hurt again by someone who cared so much but showed me so little. No, I do not have relationship issues is that is what you are wondering; I just may not have the best of luck.

In any case, I am packing to change schools right now and I do not know if I should do it. I have clothes in a bin, my sister (who flew several hundred miles to rescue me), and my soul, which is all I truly have any right to hold on to. The only way for me to make a sound decision about my move is if I learn to let go; of my hurt in the past, of my love in the present, and of my fears of being back at home.

 If I could climb to a mountain top right now, I would scream. But at the present time all I have is a blog, a few moments of silence, and a good head on my shoulders. Maybe if I look at myself in the mirror and "Winc", all will be well.
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