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The art of letting go

Letting go - these two simple words can carry a weight so heavy that it feels impossible to lift. We’ve all heard people say, “Just move on.” But when you're standing in the middle of the storm, those words can sound empty. The truth is, moving on is an art, one that requires patience, practice, and above all, courage.


I've seen my own people struggle to move on. I’ve watched them fight against the waves of their past, trying to escape memories that cling too tightly. It’s a painful journey, one that can feel endless. The sleepless nights, the constant replaying of moments in your mind, the overwhelming sadness - it’s like being trapped in quicksand. The harder you try to pull yourself out, the deeper you seem to sink.


When you can’t let go, everything becomes a struggle. It’s exhausting to carry the weight of old hurt, failed relationships, or missed opportunities. You feel stuck, like you're trying to run through mud. It’s as if your heart and mind are in two different places - your mind knows you need to move forward, but your heart refuses to let go of what’s behind. This tug-of-war between what was and what could be leaves you feeling lost and broken.


But how do you move on when everything inside you is resisting it? The truth is, there’s no easy answer. Moving on isn’t about forgetting or pretending things never happened. It’s about accepting that some things are beyond your control. It’s about recognizing that holding on to pain only hurts you more. And it’s about making the decision, however slowly, to choose peace over pain.


One small step at a time - that’s how you move on. You start by acknowledging your feelings, without judgment. Allow yourself to grieve, to feel the sadness, the anger, the loss. It’s okay to cry; it’s okay to not have everything figured out. Healing is not a race. Take your time, but remember that each day is an opportunity to take a step forward, no matter how small.


Moving on means learning to let go of the "what ifs" and "if onlys." It’s about giving yourself permission to focus on the present, to let go of the past's grip on your future. And yes, it’s terrifying. The unknown is always scary. But it’s also filled with possibility, with the chance to rebuild yourself, to create new memories, to find happiness again.


What does it feel like to be in that space, the space where you’re still holding on but wanting to let go? It feels heavy. It feels lonely. It feels like no one else can possibly understand the depth of your pain. But you are not alone. Every person on this earth has faced their own battles with letting go, with moving on. Some days, it feels like an impossible task. But it’s not.

The result of finally letting go is freedom. It’s waking up one morning and realizing that the pain has lost its power over you. It’s finding joy in the little things again - a sunny day, a good cup of coffee, the sound of laughter. It’s feeling lighter, more at peace, more like yourself. It’s knowing that you survived, that you were strong enough to face your pain, and that you now have the strength to move forward.


Letting go doesn’t mean you won’t have scars. But those scars are proof that you healed. They are reminders that you faced your struggles head-on, and you came out the other side. The art of letting go is about finding peace in the chaos, light in the darkness, and hope in the future.

And once you’ve let go, you’ll realize that the world looks a little brighter, a little more beautiful. You’ll find that moving on was not about losing something, but about gaining a new beginning.


Wishing you all to have a great day.

Thank you :)

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