Letting Go
Lately I must have been possessed by a being other than myself, for I couldn't seem to gain a hold on my thoughts and feelings. I reminisce a beautiful past, cling on to the wonderful bits, romanticise the memorable moments only to realise that perhaps it is time to wake up my idea and see the problems that exist. Someone asked me: Will they go away if you should decide to live your out your fantasy? I paused. Then said, I guess not.
If it takes courage to just give, and be prepared to fall flat on the face and be open to hurt, I will declare myself the bravest of all. For not once, not twice, not thrice, (I wish I remembered how many times) have I given up my pride, welcomed entry to my chamber of thoughts, feelings only to have them raided and hurled around. I know I'd always be at the losing end.
We touched on editing our scripts in class yesterday, and our guest speaker said that we can't be too precious about our own work. Our playwright/director/actor/teacher added that yes, there may be some lines we like very much, and we may have painstakingly constructed the phrase from random words, but when it doesn't add value to the script, we have to learn to let it go.
Let go.
I can't help but see the parallel in relationships. We treasure the good memories built up from scratch, to let it go is always easier said than done. Well, sure you can hit "delete" on your keyboard but sometimes there just isn't any 'delete' key to be found.
Let go.
I told my mom the same thing when I went home yesterday. That we have to let go and have faith in ourselves to be less troubled and much happier. Speaking like some true expert, huh?
If only.
Like words on a script that seemed to precious to be dropped, holding on to it isn't going to move the scene forward.
Delete.
I'm grateful to have people like my mom and friends to share my woes and I'm moved by friends who made my feelings a part of theirs. Too long have I let down those who care for me, bringing only sadness and melancholy.
So I woke up today and tell myself
Let go
Of it I shall.
If it takes courage to just give, and be prepared to fall flat on the face and be open to hurt, I will declare myself the bravest of all. For not once, not twice, not thrice, (I wish I remembered how many times) have I given up my pride, welcomed entry to my chamber of thoughts, feelings only to have them raided and hurled around. I know I'd always be at the losing end.
We touched on editing our scripts in class yesterday, and our guest speaker said that we can't be too precious about our own work. Our playwright/director/actor/teacher added that yes, there may be some lines we like very much, and we may have painstakingly constructed the phrase from random words, but when it doesn't add value to the script, we have to learn to let it go.
Let go.
I can't help but see the parallel in relationships. We treasure the good memories built up from scratch, to let it go is always easier said than done. Well, sure you can hit "delete" on your keyboard but sometimes there just isn't any 'delete' key to be found.
Let go.
I told my mom the same thing when I went home yesterday. That we have to let go and have faith in ourselves to be less troubled and much happier. Speaking like some true expert, huh?
If only.
Like words on a script that seemed to precious to be dropped, holding on to it isn't going to move the scene forward.
Delete.
I'm grateful to have people like my mom and friends to share my woes and I'm moved by friends who made my feelings a part of theirs. Too long have I let down those who care for me, bringing only sadness and melancholy.
So I woke up today and tell myself
Let go
Of it I shall.
posted by Me at 9:47 am
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