I’ve been mulling over a feeling of uneasiness for 2 hours, wondering if I ate bad sushi last night, until I realized that the problem wasn’t my tummy, but matters of the heart. My lovely cousin popped in and simply told me to look at her current Y!M status.


‘In the end what matters most is how well did you live, how well did you love, how well did you learn about letting go – Anonymous’
Live to love. Love to live. I’ve always been a big fan of love, it’s a big part of my life, whether it’s platonic, romantic, whatever. Raise your hand if you love LOVE!! Yaaaay! :D


Love-oriented, I like to call myself. But let’s get serious. The more I think about it, love and life is a series of compromise, give-and-take, and (often forgotten) learning to let go. It aint rainbows and roses, I tell ya! And I’m here to ponder about letting go. Letting go of what’s yours, and what’s not yours to keep.


The first one is based on trust. You gotta have faith that everything will be ok, or possibly be better. You gotta believe that they will come back in one piece, just like the way they were when u let them go. But trust doesn’t come easy like sunshine. I wish I could whack ‘em on the head and make ‘em promise to keep that trust. But things don’t happen that way either, hehe. I guess I should take a deep breath and take a leap of faith.
My sister needed to take my car to school. With all the bad things that could possibly happen to a car, on the road or the parking lot, it’s hard for me to part with Zac (YES, it has a name, lol). But I trust her. I love her, and trust that she’s a good driver and that nothing will happen to that car unless it’s out of her control. And so there they go to school, and I’m at home writing this post. Happily, I might add :)


The second one takes much more willpower because it depends on yourself. Getting over, forgetting, moving on from whatever it was takes strength of the heart, patience, staying positive. And lots of cookies :D
I tried on a GORGEOUS silvery dress once at a department store. After trying it on and taking crazy pics with my lovely cousin (still the same one as the one with the wise status message), I glanced at the price tag. It was so pretty and I loved it, but I wouldn’t wear it that much, and the price was enough to pay meals for a whole week. Glumly I had to put it back in the hanger and leave it. I had to get over that beauuuuutiful dress, and hope I find another one just as good as that one. *sigh*


The point is, letting go is a part of daily life. It’s not just about big things like comfort zones, (current or ex)boyfriends, or death of a loved one, but also about the small things that we encounter everyday. The only thing to do is try to handle it as best as we can.
Be strong, be happy.