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“we have survived
so many fires,
i can no longer tell
if we are alive
or simply burning.”
— Pavana Reddy

Letting go is difficult. Of people, dreams or your old self.

People who need help often look a lot like people who don’t need help. They seem in control, always with a positive word. Everyone we come across has something deep within themselves for which, if given time and space, they would break down in tears. Don’t be fooled by their cheeky, funny, smiling faces.

Charles Bukowski said, “But we joke and laugh otherwise we would start screaming.”

This kind of grief is either inherited or a fruit of our experiences and thinking. The only way I know to get out of this is to grow on a personal level — not try to become a different person, but change the way we interact with who we already are.

The hardest part is actually taking action. Leaving the people we say we're going to leave. Leaving the place we thought we’d always stay. It’s a terrifying thing to do. We’ve tried so hard and come a long way that if we let go now, it will feel like a waste given the time and effort we invested in it. But maybe that's the only way to move forward. To take action, hard as it may be.

Letting go of things that have already slipped away will be one of the kindest things we will do for ourselves.