The Art of 'Letting Go'

'Let go', the mind said.

The mind asked to let go but the heart couldn't.

It hurts and it hurts really bad but still holding onto it gives a satisfaction. A satisfaction that's not reassuring, but a satisfaction that feels familiar.

'How do I let go of something that has been such a huge part of my life', asked the heart. 

'let go', the mind said it again.

Vexed, perplexed, confused, the heart kept wandering for the answer. It knew the familiar has turned into a giant monster. A monster that kept eating and feeding on the familiar. Still it couldn't find a way to give up the familiar. 

It was chaos. A chaos of mixed emotions which resulted in complicated actions. There was much stagnation. No peace just frolic. A fight, inside, that ate the insides. There was no warmth. The heart felt nothing. It wanted to feel, to care, to just be but it couldn't. As it was hurting but the familiar felt so good. No medication or meditation could help the heart in such situation. 

It fell into a pit. Dark , deep, self-made hole where there seemed to be no way to come out. Still the familiar accompanied. The rosey memories held onto. 

Suddenly the heart realised. Its all memory now. The familiar is over. Its gone. It's all in imagination now. The only real thing is the hurt, the chaos, the self-made pit.

The heart realised the mind was right. It just had to let go and it can be whole again.

Still it didn't know how to fill the emptiness, how to calm itself. It couldn't find the way to clear the mess the familiar had created. It couldn't find the strength within to let go of and move on.

'what other option do we have', thought the heart to itself. 'even the doctors cut off the dying body part for survival.' And so it did. At last! The heart experienced peace and felt its existence. The weight got lifted. Although it is never easy sometimes the only option is to let go. 

'It is an art that not all of us know and sometimes it gets hard to cope up.', thought the heart. 

But it learned. Slowly and steadily the heart understood why it was needed. For itself. It learnt to prioritize. It learnt to be happy. It learnt.