Meandering whims of a curious mind

Every now and then, we come across something or
someone that endears us. Something so great, so wonderful that letting go seems
so improbable … but as we come into this world alone, we eventually will have
to leave alone … along with everything else that we have grown to hold so dear
… friends, family, loved ones … A natural consequence of life, it happens to
everyone, it happens all the time … we have nothing more but to rely on our
ability to adapt … Adapt … the one thing that segregates us from the animal
kingdom … one that we do so well … that has allowed us to survive and prosper
to the top of the food chain … the ability to change oneself to fit the
environment … or in this case fit the emotional turmoil of loss.

How do we
deal with it? How do we let go?

Letting go is never easy, no matter how many times it
has happen … it’s never the same. We all get knock down at various points of
our lives. The most widely proclaimed antidote is to pick oneself up and move
on … most widely proclaimed but probably least practiced. Why?

Cos’ we can’t simply forget … we can’t forget the joy,
the laughter, the smiles … we can’t forget being happy.

So how do
we let go? I am uncertain if we ever can entirely do so.

I do know one thing though … We grow stronger
compared to where we used to be … for every challenge has prepared us for the
next … unless we stay in the past and hold ourselves prisoners of our memories
of happier times, locked into an unending spiral of denial that might be,
should be or could be … as I have been prone to and many others before me. A
prisoner of our own mind, so incapacitated of logical thinking, so firmly
ensconced in the delusion … that the loss is … only temporary. That it will pass and whatever we yearned for will
come back like the proverbial prodigal son.

Nah, this is silly, foolish if not, blatantly
downright nonsensical, I dare say … building such respites to allude ourselves
that maybe … we are imagining things, that we are indeed living, quite simply
in a nightmare … from which we will awake and be on our merry way … someday.
And happiness, joy and harmony would once again be restored to our shattered
world.

Yet … we need to let go of our past, indeed even our
present circumstance if we are to move on … to live on as a better individual.
It’s never easy, always arduous and fraught with pain … regardless of the
number of times the foreboding journey needs to be traversed. Despair will
always overwhelm, fear will always encroach and sadness will be a new playmate
for awhile. Now …if we could only get over that seemingly (oftentimes)
insurmountable rock of dreary despair and dejection … those unproductive
emotions that would soonest drive proud upstanding individuals into driveling
cowards and hapless idiots … a former shell of themselves. Pessimism to the nth
degree, won’t you say? Aye … wholeheartedly.

Letting go
is hard. (Ha ha, can there actually be a more obvious statement? Seems funny to
say it.)

Albeit peppered with melancholic overtones, we ought
to refuse to allow such dark, dank and derelict thoughts …

Away dreary ominous clouds! Away cold wintry windy
bellows! Away with thee … of that we call sadness!

As assuredly, life comes anew since peeking out of
dark and heavy stormy clouds welcomes the sun, as the wrath of thunder and
lightning dissipates. And once again, resplendent growth and blooming pastures
of flowery fields with interloping running greens shall sprout forth.

In the same way, loss is only as long as we allow the
clouds to hover on our plight … our self pity. Learning to let go, we grow
stronger; we improve as we beckon closer to tranquility … the calmness to deal
with whatever life throws at you.

Enlightenment, eh? Somehow, I can’t help but chuckle
… Quite a laugh, to be honest. Since emotively, it does little to placate the
gloom that besiege those so enraptured in the tendrils of the web cloth of
forlorn.

What then?

Walking away, feign ignorance … and surrender to
cowardice?

Facing up to reality … and risk falling into the
emotional deathtrap all over again?

Or perhaps, we should take a gander at the word
“loss” … a word that denotes ownership … to claim property. Then in truth, we have
never lost since we can never truly own anything or anyone.

Any other way, would be selfish.

So I say …
live this adventure we call life, grab it by its horns and ride it through …
taking the scratches along the way with a smile, ponder a little while upon its
experiences … good and bad … and be
thankful that we were blessed with joyous moments from which we get to smile
about from time to time.

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