Let Go.

Letting go is hard. It has always been hard. Letting go of our culture by force, letting go of our homes, letting go of the people we love and adore, letting go of what we believe in, letting go of anything that has us emotionally bound with it is always hard and will always be hard too. After all, the heart wants what it wants and it's never easy to deny whatever it wants.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

While it may be very, very hard, it isn't necessarily a bad thing. It might not be a good thing either but it certainly isn't a bad thing. That's what I've come to learn about letting things go.

Every time I let something I adore walk away from me, it feels like I'm losing a part of myself, an essential part of myself, it feels so damn right to have it and to be in a predicament to bid adieu to it is heartbreaking. It's something I cherish, something I value, something that's precious and precious only to me and letting it go makes me feel guiltily sad and painfully happy at the same time. Guiltily sad for I know being selfish about something so beautiful, something so powerful, something that the world needs to witness is wrong. Painfully happy for finally I have let it go and whatever it deserves is finally being given to it.

Do I rejoice? Do I cry? Or do I just be a witness? I guess, a little bit of everything.

Lots of love, peace.