The Art of Letting Go: My Journey Lately

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The semester at my university has finally started up again, just as so many other schools have also. It's a little different, of course, because it always is at the beginning of a new semester, with a new schedule, and new people to talk to and interact with.

However, new beginnings sometimes require letting go of old things, and this is the bittersweet truth.

In my case, some of the things I used to love, have become overbearing burdens looming over me; obligations I don't think are right for me anymore. Those organizations I joined the semester before just don't bring the same joy to my heart, and the thought of doing some of the old things I used to do just doesn't bring a smile to my face anymore. The people I put up with seem to just make my self esteem break a little more and more, and, ultimately, I just can't see the point.

When I first started realizing that those things I had desperately been trying to pour my heart and soul into weren't right for me, I only tried to hold on tighter. It was like playing tug o' war with someone five times my size and letting the rope run through my hands, leaving them burned and injured.

Then, I started to realize that maybe it's time to just let go of the rope, and find a new game to play.

I'm still trying to work through the hurt that letting go has caused me, but I think I can, at least, say that I'm headed in the right direction.

There's an art to letting go of things that hurt you or make you feel less. It's like a dance, some moments more intense and heavy-hitting, and other moments soft and graceful. The art of letting go is akin to falling and hoping you land somewhere safe and on two feet.

It takes nothing to stay, but everything to let go.