Letting Go And Holding On

 

If I were to sum up this year in one word I would choose tumultuous. Looking back on the highs and lows of the year that 2020 was, I penned a little something on letting go an holding on. Sharing it with everyone with the hope that, though tomorrow will come with it’s share of difficulties, complications and heartaches, may we never lose sight of hope. Hope of just enough strength to deal with all of life’s curve balls.

 

Let go of the pain; hold on to the lessons,

Let go of the sorrow; hold on to the tears,

Let go of the hurt; hold on to the teachings,

Let go of the vacation; hold on to the joy,

Let go of the page; hold on to the story,

Let go of the class; hold on to the dance,

Let go of the character; hold on to the connection.

 

Let go of the oar; hold on to the expanding horizon,

Let go of the failure; hold on to the experience,

Let go of the person; hold on to the affection,

Let go of the rigidity; hold on to the structure,

Let go of the opinion; hold on to the perspective,

Let go of the goodbye; hold on to the preceding hug,

Let go of the fight; hold on to the kiss that followed.

 

Let go of the bird; hold on to the song,

Let go of the butterfly; hold on to the garden around,

Let go of the day; hold on to the memories,

Let go of the stars; hold on to the vast sky,

Let go of the fear; hold on to faith,

Let go of rejection; hold on to hope, 

Let go of the broken heart; hold on to love. 

 

Wishing you the best of health and happiness in 2021. Oh and a heavy sprinkling of HOPE.

All my love, Sharanya

 

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