There is something to be said for pushing forward. For persevering. For remaining diligent and dedicated. But isn’t there also something to be said for moving on and humbly letting go?
But then, how do you know that you’re simply letting go and not simply giving up?
the only time to give up on something you believe in with your heart is when hell freezes over.
I think the only time to let go is when the person you’re holding onto says let go. It usually happens in movies. One guy is holding onto another guy over a cliff and he’s just too heavy. Faced with doom and the desperation of his last breath he whispers “let go”. If you listen closely enough you can hear melancholy music and sometimes the crunch of me eating popcorn. The rest is just too ugly for your website because you happen to be absolutely adorable.
Sunshine,
I agree with you, but how do you know it’s really in your heart and not just in your head?
And Andy,
Welcome to my blog. I think I’ve seen that movie. It’s called “The Good Son” and the woman lets go of her own son to save the other boy. Wow. Definitely a popcorn crunching moment…
Well, i am not one to debate much. My heart sings, and i know the truth. Usually the pain and suffering come as the result of not listening to that truth. I don’t like it, or I don’t want it to be true.
Truth is such a relative thing as absolutes go. How do we know? We just know. Perhaps for the cosmos of self it is more a matter of faith than logic. to be practical will result in practical things.
The question is: Do you want practical things?
For me, the answer is irrevocably no. I do like security, i love nice things, and i want to be rewarded for me efforts in life. But my dreams are such that what i must do to be true to myself often includes more effort than i feel i can give. More work than i feel i can do. Yet I must, because it is who i am, how i was designed, and the truth about me.
Nothing worthwhile is easy. Not love, not music, not art, not virtue, not justice. You can have anything you want in this world, god’s curse, but the question is what price are you willing to pay?
Writers who write weekly will never really become writers. They will be clerks who enjoy writing.
Dancers who attend weekly dance classes will never become dancers. They will be receptionists who love to dance.
Singers who sing at weddings will never be singers. They will be paralegals who enjoy singing at weddings.
Artist, create. Every single day, every chance you get. Rekindle your flames, stoke your fires, and set yourself ablaze.
Thank you for that! I need to hear that right now. And I think it’s time for me to read Franny and Zooey again.
Mucho amor mi hermano!
As huge a fan of the Glass family as i am, I’d like to think that our beloved Franny got right up off the couch, stood up straight and tall, and walked out onto the stage…
She did not marry the ya-hoo, nor did she ever find herself dating one again. Rather, she acted, passionately, and prayed feverishly, and found many life companions whom she loved, and loved her very deeply along the way.
if you you’re not sure and you have to ask, then you’re not done.
when you’re “done” with something and it’s time to let go, you know.
~m.
Yes. I know you are right…