The Language of Letting Go
June 20th, 2007
It has been brought to my attention that I have been investing all my time into self awareness, and I can honestly say that I have never felt better! For the first time after years, my burdened shoulders are free to breathe and be. It is true what people say that “if you look you shall find,” I have bumped into one inspiring piece after another since I’ve begun my journey inwards to help calm my soul. One such piece was printed in the advice column in a small time biweekly newsletter delivered to my door; it is a poem written by an anonymous poet. It reads:
The Language of Letting Go
To let go doesn’t mean to stop caring,
It means I can’t do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off,
It’s the realization that I can’t control another.
To let go is not to enable,
But to allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
Which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change or blame another, 
I can only change myself.
To let go is not to care for,
But to care about.
To let go is not to judge,
But to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be arranging all the outcomes,
But to allow others to affect their own destinies.
To let go is not to be protective,
It’s to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny,
But to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
But to search for my own shortcomings and to correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
But to take each day as it comes.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
But to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
But to grow and live for the future.
This poem lifts my spirits every time I look back at it. The poem discusses the truth of how overbearing it is to love and care for another, but in the same frees you from yourself. It helped me to realize that the agony I have built up all around me is nothing more than my perception of my role. I am shocked that the poet that wrote such a masterpiece did not give it his name because had I composed something so miraculously written and in drenched with such a strong dose of reality that I would personally mailed it to every person I know.
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The Language of Letting Go
June 20th, 2007
It has been brought to my attention that I have been investing all my time into self awareness, and I can honestly say that I have never felt better! For the first time after years, my burdened shoulders are free to breathe and be. It is true what people say that “if you look you shall find,” I have bumped into one inspiring piece after another since I’ve begun my journey inwards to help calm my soul. One such piece was printed in the advice column in a small time biweekly newsletter delivered to my door; it is a poem written by an anonymous poet. It reads:
The Language of Letting Go
To let go doesn’t mean to stop caring,
It means I can’t do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off,
It’s the realization that I can’t control another.
To let go is not to enable,
But to allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
Which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change or blame another,
I can only change myself.
To let go is not to care for,
But to care about.
To let go is not to judge,
But to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be arranging all the outcomes,
But to allow others to affect their own destinies.
To let go is not to be protective,
It’s to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny,
But to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
But to search for my own shortcomings and to correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
But to take each day as it comes.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
But to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
But to grow and live for the future.
This poem lifts my spirits every time I look back at it. The poem discusses the truth of how overbearing it is to love and care for another, but in the same frees you from yourself. It helped me to realize that the agony I have built up all around me is nothing more than my perception of my role. I am shocked that the poet that wrote such a masterpiece did not give it his name because had I composed something so miraculously written and in drenched with such a strong dose of reality that I would personally mailed it to every person I know.
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Entry Filed under: Handbags and Purses
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