Let Them Go

Imagine the most dramatic scenario possible, where because we did not make the right decisions in our past, our reality collapses on us simply because we did not leave things behind. Or people.

If they cannot respect us the same way we respect them, let them go. If they make us live in constant inner questioning, doubting our own worth, let them go. If they can go to sleep without knowing if we are okay, let them go. If the freedom we give them is constantly used to cross boundaries, let them go.

I could stay here all day, I really could. But anything I write would lose its truth if it turned into a wave of repetition and phrases that sound like commandments. This is about more.

It is something that, in an intrinsic way, becomes more romantic with life, and embraces its emotional weight. We are beings that need to kiss, love, hug, laugh, cry, fall and rise again. The so called emotional beings that need constant stimulus to feel alive.

People.

The people we choose. The lucky or unlucky ones who hold the keys to the doors of our life, and who in a silent way have the power to change our state of mind. But it is about more than that.

It is about a generation that confuses being nonchalant with being cool. Acting like nothing affects us, even when people show vulnerability with us, but our personality ends up shaped by the masses that dominate the internet. And not only that.

The wrong circles. The ones that do not hurt us directly, but at the end of the day, we know they add little or nothing to our lives. It is about looking from a more honest and deeper perspective and understanding what we truly need, and what we should leave behind. Let it go.

The whole feeling of feeling good because of someone. Investing in people who show us every day that we matter. The feeling of being valued, and choosing those people. The ones who embrace the mess of emotions and scars we carry, but still choose us for who we are. That is what this is about.

If someone treats us below what we consider the minimum level of respect, what is the rational reason to not let them go. There is none. It is about focusing on the eyes, because they never lie. Thinking about those who looked at us differently and left us differently. Those who wrote meaningful messages instead of empty short replies that left us worse than before.

It is about letting go of bad energy and rotten seeds that will not grow anything, except bigger problems in the future. It is about not needing to be devoted to a religion, but believing in ourselves, having faith in what we do. Would I like to be loved unconditionally today? Yes. Is there someone I know who is capable of that? No. But I know that person exists.

Living true to ourselves and always choosing the path that takes us further in the long term, instead of quick shortcuts that satisfy us in insignificant ways. Valuing ourselves, and learning to see that sometimes what we truly want is right in front of us, and that seed only needs a bit of water to grow into something beautiful and healthy. Most of the time, that seed does not even know it needs water.

Love is not in one hundred letters, nor in constant beautiful words. It is in actions. That is why the idea of those who love, care makes sense. Caring is showing every day that we do not want, and will not let go, of those we truly care about.

Showing that people matter, and that our life is better with them in it. Leaving no doubt about it.

Letting go of what does not add to us, and focusing on building a life where we become what we want, without accepting less than what we believe we deserve.

Once again, it is about that. Taking what makes us feel good and alive, and living for it. Remembering those moments that only certain people can give us. The ones we take for granted, but if the last time we saw them had truly been the last time, maybe we would think differently about what we could have done. The doubts we unconsciously place on people who give us nothing but security, while with others we choose to risk everything with no guarantees, and the result is always the same. Experiences without meaning, but that stayed. A part of us stayed there.

Letting go is choosing to stay for what and for who matters. The person who shows us every day that we may not be a Romeo and Juliet, but if we want, we can be much more. Together.

I almost wrote this on impulse. And I also wanted to speak about the perspective of being on the side that tries to guide someone, to show them a path or give advice so they can let go of something or someone that brings nothing good into their life, and understanding that we cannot help those who do not want to be helped.

And forgiving people for their mistakes is part of it, but that comes from within. We are not obligated to ask, and on the other side, we do not have to accept.

In the end, it is about letting go of the people we fought to show we were there, in those quiet hours of the night when talking to someone should only be with someone special, not with those who make us want to break everything even from a distance.

Look at your friends. The ones who make you smile. The family that makes you feel good. The ones who see something in you that not everyone sees.

And let go of the rest.

For good.