There was a time I held onto everything — mistakes, regrets, old friendships, expectations, even grudges. I believed that holding on meant strength, meant loyalty, meant being right. But life, in its quiet and sometimes harsh way, taught me otherwise.
It happened the day I missed an important job interview because I was waiting for someone who had long stopped showing up in my life. I kept checking my phone, hoping they'd call back, apologize, or explain. They never did. And in that silence, something in me shifted.
That day, I realized this: holding on can sometimes hurt more than letting go.
Since then, I’ve learned that peace comes when you release what no longer serves you — even if it once meant the world. Whether it's a dream that no longer fits, a person who changed, or a past you can’t rewrite, letting go isn't weakness. It’s grace. It’s strength. It’s how we make room for what’s meant to grow.
So, one thing I’ve learned about life?
Sometimes, to truly move forward, you have to stop gripping the past with both hands.
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