The Pain of Letting Go
It’s funny, I think, how much we cling to the past. We hold on to the pain and the memories we made. We dare not let go. We hold on to toxic relationships, toxic people, toxic habits. For what?
The past has come and gone. Nothing is ever going to change it. There is no time machine, no magic pill, no genie, no timelord; there is nothing that can take us to the past to help make things better. There is nothing that can rebuild what we’ve lost.
So, why, then, do we hold on so tightly?
There was a picture I found quite some time ago online. It had a hand holding onto a rope. It was showing that the harder you held onto the rope, the more it burned. Rope burn. But when you let go, the pain lessened.
Why do we hold on so tight? Why can’t we just let go? And why does it have to hurt so much