March 11th, 2009
Hang On
Just imagine what would you let go of today if you were not afraid.
Transcriptorial: long past not knowing why / I hang on
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Just imagine what would you let go of today if you were not afraid.
Ugh. I can so relate.
Wow. I can’t believe how appropriate it is that you just posted this.
I am hanging on to someone that is completely bad for me, in hopes that I can make them be a better person, even though they have treated me like garbage through the process. This is typically not how I am. I am normally sassy and unemotional. I know that there is someone out there that will treat me better and make me feel good about myself. I just can’t seem to let go.
It’s been two years now and I feel worthless.
You’re not worthless unless make yourself that way.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that you can’t make other people be who you want them to be. In tough times, the only person you have the capacity to change is yourself.
The idea of a person who loved me once, but doesn’t want me anymore.
I let go of everything. It’s not letting go that scares me now.
I have had to release so much, that there’s little left to me that is really mine. Now I have to have the courage to hold on.
I like being able to drift, but I know once I settle down and get a career, I’m going to have to stop, live in one place and make money and all that. Maybe that’s what I’m really afraid of. I had a dream recently where I was a woman, and what really excited me was the prospect of changing my name and starting my identity completely over. But then, I suppose I never want to let go of the few close friends and family that I have… everything else is just shadow and light.
I hold on to cynicism. If I hope I might be disappointed and I’m afraid of what that might mean for me.
That’s a hard one to let go of.
For some reason I don’t want to lose what wants to floats upwards and away, drawn, buffered, beaten and uplifted by the wind. Don’t leave me, even though you want to leave and marry the wind. Please don’t, even though you already have.
Q: What I would LET GO?
A: The fear of passion for life. Life would be so much easier if I knew why I was doing it. But no, we have to hang on to all the meaning, because if we lose it why else would—no. I will let go of this too. Yes, I will fire my self-diagnosing psychologist.
‘Doesn’t everybody have their own Rock Island, their own little patch of sand
Where the seabirds call and your angels fall, and you find you can hardly stand…
Just when you’re drowning, the tide goes down…
You’re back on your
Rock Island…’
(Ian Anderson)
i try to let go but i just dont die
I know. Our bodies insist on living.
The sign you’ve grown up is when you stop saying (and thinking) “Oh, if _this_ happens, I’ll just die.”
No, you won’t, you’ll live.
And you’ll have to face it.