Thoughts about letting go.

I have a problem with the way I think.

Everything good I ever had I still keep.

All the friends, the lovers, the journeys live on, like hundreds of threads clung onto and gathered and clutched at.

Why hold onto all these things?

Like a complex lie, that spirals out of control until you're juggling too many conversations and caught up in your own webs. Holding onto the past is a trap.

My head is too full of things unresolved. Not let go of.

It's only really now I'm starting to realise the value of letting go. To think about what it would be like to have fresh thoughts. To go out without comparing, or trying to join the future to these threads of mine.

To let the future be what it is, and have a space in my mind for it to abide.

But how to let it go?

I realise there is part of me that thinks holding onto everyone and everything is a loudable attribute. Being a fierce friend. Someone who will be there to the end. Keeping promises.

But what if the other people involved don't want to be held onto?

Is it noble to cling onto unrequited love forever? Is it poetic? Romantic?

Or is it just a stupid waste of time, energy and life?

I think the way to let go is to take each thing that is held onto one by one.

- decide consciously whether to keep it.
- if not why not?
- every time it comes to mind from then on, remind myself why not, and therefore why it's not worth thinking about.