I was sitting in my four dollar a day bedroom at a guesthouse run by a Sherpa family in Nepal, when I realized one thing:
Living is an act of letting go.
I used to think life was a grand process of accumulation, but the more I experienced the world, the more I have come to see that its most essential, beautiful yet often painful processes are acts of release.
Being born is letting go. Dying is letting go. Growing is letting go. Loving is letting go. Expressing is letting go. Giving is letting go. Forgiving is letting go. Accepting is letting go. Being grateful is letting go. Taking chances is letting go.
Life is an act of letting go. If we didn’t let go, we’d be running against the current of life. We’d get caught in our own stagnant creations when everything around us is fleeting.
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