In my first post I wanted to delve into the aspect of letting go.
Often we end up getting confused between two questions- ‘How to let go?’ and ‘When to let go?’.
Lately I’ve been teaching myself the concept of letting go. You see, that’s where I went wrong. It’s not a concept but an art. How, you might ask.
What are poems or artwork? Is it something that an artist forces himself to feel to paint the canvas with vibrant colors? Can poems be weaved together if the poet has no feelings?
All emotions when channelised towards a medium, be it paper or a canvas, contribute to art.
Not only does it relieve us of our pain but also helps to clear our minds.
Previously I was trying to grasp the logic behind letting go, I decided to approach it later as an art. I starting putting down my thoughts. Words made the whole process easier than any consolation, pity or piece of advice I might have been bestowed with.
It was like pricking your finger on a thorn,
While you could always caress the rose.
For me, this was letting go,
Of past, comfort and hope.