Letting go doesn’t mean giving up. It means moving on. It is one of the hardest things a person can do. Starting at birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. We feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. But as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. We are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things that cannot be. It means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so.
Its agonizingly ironic when…
A person tells you ‘I will always be there. Im just here when you need me…’
—- when you need a hand the most, you couldn’t count on him;
A person showers you luring words of love and sweetness,
—- only to give you the cold shoulder treatment after making you smile;
A person speaks of principles and convictions for humane cause;
—- he’s nowhere to be found when there is a need to take a stand;
A person gives you hope to start and soar up with your strides;
—- and simply watches you fall straight to the ground with broken wings…
coward….
After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.
After a while, you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.



