I had to let go.
Let go of things that weren’t for me. Let go of the people who no longer helped or added value into my journey. Let go of unreasonable myths and morals that were naturally embedded into my conscience since childhood. Let go of the possibility of certain things happening and be present in reality. Let go of imaginary situations and dreams that were holding me into toxicity. Let go of resentment and bitterness because that’s not who I’m supposed to be. Let go of my pride and ego because it should never take too much time to bow your head beneath.
After all these years, I have wasted so much time holding on to things that weren’t helping my body, mind, soul, and spirit. I have lost so many precious moments holding on to rusted assets that were only hurting me. I’ve done everything it takes to hurt myself in various ways while telling myself that I matter. And in the end I question myself: What am I doing? Where am I growing and how is this meant for my personal good?
I want to hold on to the parts of me that are meant for me. I want to hold on to my kindness and softness, the beauty of its gentle power. I want to hold on to reality and the present, one that reminds me of my growth and helps me bow in humility. I want to hold on to people who I genuinely love, cherish and enjoy being around. I want to hold on to my dreams and desires of a bright future, one that shines brighter than any dullness of my past. I want to do everything it takes to cultivate and nurture an environment which is healthy for my growth and healing, where I feel important, loved, and valued. This is what I will hold on to, things that truly are meant for me.