My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Learning to Let Go
To let go of parts of life is easier than letting go of others. Big things are more readily set aside. They are less important. What seems more fragile we do not readily let go of, but it will not be free until we do. In their freedom is our own as well, and it may be that our protecting was not always as protective as it seemed. If sometimes it has been, at other times it may not have been. Despite their vulnerability and our fear we will at some point have to trust they will be all right, but trust remains the harder part.
Labels:
fear,
freedom,
importance,
letting go,
protection,
trust
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