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“Some people are simply that way; they won’t let go of the branch, till they have a firm grip on the next.
Yep, some people, are like monkey’s on a tree. They hold on to that limb for dear life. They only let go when they are positive someone else is waiting to pick them up.”
An Electrical Storm Illuminates The Heavens And Forests.
A situation will most likely change from what it first appeared to be. You may actually have little influence over what is being unleashed. In the meantime, there’s a need to keep a cool head while observing every thing around. Eventually the energy will dissipate and you will regain control: physically, mentally or emotionally.
It sounds like it’s time for a lot of purging and letting go and embracing the new.
Sometimes “Letting Go” of the steering wheel reminded me that we should allow Life to steer us.
I made some decisions last year. I reminded myself that I had options. Which door would I choose?
1.Remove myself from the situation
These acts create happiness; holding bitterness never does.
I chose door number 1.
This may seem harsh and judgmental, but many of us do not really know our deepest self, our deepest identity, and even who our real friends are. Please consider this statement carefully.
I have not seen or had a conversation with them since last April for the female and December for the male. I took time out of my life to be there unconditionally.
The former female acquaintance had a habit of belittling me; and telling me I talked too much. She said my stories were old.
Numerous times I was told too shut up and get out of their house.
I have let them go and allowed them space to be.
The male had a bad habit of collecting hearts which in turn produced children. He continuously assured me he loved me and only me.
I appreciate the lesson that I was taught by their erratic behavior towards me.
It has been very challenging to go about this conflict in this way, which I chose for myself.
It was a time of great intensity and I have needed much strength to keep at it until I felt I was through.
I can finally say with utmost sincerity “I Am Done”
To any body who chooses to go on this path the rewards are incredible, as to find inner peace of such depth is worth all the pain.
Letting go does not just propel you in any other direction. It is just a total and repeated nothingness.You are emptying the mind and the emotions so that something else can come in and show you your way.
This peace within, or your lack thereof, always affects those around you. When you choose peace within, others see that they too have this choice. This is a wonderful gift. Open daily.
However, if you continue to be caught up in outer events and tied to your past traumas, anger and resentments, you will keep those around you somewhat caught up as well.
If your presence didn’t make an impact in someone’s life, your absence won’t either!
Give the gift of your absence to those who do not appreciate your presence.
Things happen…it pains us.
Sometimes it is the pain that makes US realize the change that needs to occur.
Sometimes the pain of all the hurts has too be “Let Go”
You might wonder why some persons are so verbally abusive, judgmental, insulting and at times just plain mean and hateful. Why do we even bother ?
Just think of them as sandpaper.
They may scratch you and rub you in the wrong way but eventually you will be polished and smooth.
The sandpaper on the other hand will be …of no relevance
I moved on. I will not allow that behavior in my life from anyone ever again.
There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions.
Be rude when you’re angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you’re asked.
A poem my sister sent me years ago on Letting Go.
As children bring their broken toys with
tears for US to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to you because
you are my friend
But instead of leaving YOU in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help him in ways that were my own.
At last,I snatched them back and cried,
” How could you be so slow???”
” My child,” he/she said.
“What could I do? YOU NEVER DID LET GO”