The Art of Letting Go

by Rania Naim

What is destined will reach you, even if it be underneath two mountains. What is not destined, will not reach you, even if it be between your two lips.

The beauty of things that are meant for you is that they just happen; against all odds. We are just programmed to complicate life sometimes.

The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.

I think part of the reason we hold on to something so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice.

The mind has a funny of way of tricking us into believing certain things to make it less painful for us, or put it in a way that doesn’t really hurt our pride or break our heart, but we have to look at it the way it is, the way it is being portrayed to us, not the way we want to see it. This is not an optical illusion, this is reality, and in reality, what you see is what you get.

If an opportunity passed you by, it didn’t really want to stop at your station, if someone let you go, they didn’t really want to stay, if someone else got what you were praying for, this blessing was not written for you to begin with and you will be blessed in another way.

You don’t meet people by accident, and that each person who crosses your path brings life lessons to you that God knew you needed. Everyone you meet makes you stronger, and makes you look at life just a little different than you did before.

I hope you change the things that take people away from you, and that you find happiness – alone or with another person.

Whatever it is you’re feeling, feel it. Don’t bury it, don’t hide from it, don’t ignore it. Feel the awful, brutal feelings. Mourn the loss,

You will heal, you will feel again, and you will find love, the right kind of love that will make you wonder how you ever mistook the wrong kind for the real thing.

Some people are meant to be in your life, you just won’t and can’t immediately know if they are meant to be in your life forever, or for a short period of time to teach you some sort of life lesson.

Maybe we need to leave some doors open and some chapters unwritten. Maybe it’s those maybes that keep us alive.

Maybe we all like having someone to fantasize absentmindedly about, to send an open-ended text to every now and then, to catch up with over a leisurely bottle of wine every two to three years, when the geography and timing is right. Maybe all these people make up parts of ourselves that we don’t want to ever fully realize, but want to keep alive.

If there is anything you do, please, let yourself rejoice in the fact that you do not fit in, that you think differently, because there is a chaos that laughs inside of you and it is going to change lives. It is going to make even the cynics believe again. It is going to grow love from thorn and glass.

“Re-examine all that you have been told, and dismiss what insults your soul.”

I love you, precious. It has been a privilege to love you. It is a privilege to love you. And though every day without you is agony and things between us have become messy and painful, there is a relief in knowing, at last, with absolute certainty, precisely what it is I want. I would like you to know that not a single day will go by where I would not give the world, and my very best, to make amends, to shelter and serve you, and know the immeasurable privilege of having your heart and trust with me once more. I adore you. You have been a true light in my life. And if nothing else, let these words speak to the profound and wonderful influence you have on the lives you touch. You certainly did on mine.

I didn’t contact you because I didn’t want you to misinterpret my intention. In fact, I had no intention other than I thought of you and it would be genuinely great to hear from you. But I knew you would read between the lines, looking for a hidden meaning underneath my hello. You would expect from What have you been up to? more than just a lukewarm conversation. Something like an active interest, an invitation, a plan. And If I must be honest, I’m really not in a place to deliver any of those things in any shape or form. Nor could I take responsibility for the “I miss you” that I might slip out on the spur of the moment.

I want to make promises when I’m capable of keeping and turning them into real actions. Realistically, now is not the time for that yet.

Remember your heart is not broken. Broken things do not continue working. You are bruised. But you still work.

The people who were able to hurt you most were also the people who you were able to love the most.

What you learn and who you become is more important than how you temporarily feel.

we’re all stars that think they’re dying until we realize we’re collapsing into supernovas – to become more beautiful than ever before. It often takes the contrast of pain to completely appreciate what we have, it often takes hate to incite self-recognition. Sometimes the way light enters us is, in fact, through the wound.

Even if it wasn’t your fault, it is your problem, and you get to choose what you do in the aftermath.

What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.—Unknown

Sometimes you have to forget what you feel and remember what you deserve.