The art of letting go

It's been quite awhile since I last posted anything. Well, today I'd like to pen down some thoughts with regards to "letting go". It's something I've learnt the hard way throughout my life even until now, I'm still learning.

I remember the hardest time was when I was hauled in to court for an infringement of the law and was thus punished by throwing me into a delinquents' hostel. At that time, tears rolled quietly into the god damn stained pillow over at the hostel and I was constantly asking myself, why the hell did I land up here? I made a mistake by showing loyalty to the wrong group of people and it cost me dearly. I vowed never to return, and I never did.

I too, had a couple of relationships and the turning point was when I realised that every human being has their rights and choices, but I contested that violently in the beginning and it took away that very relationship with an ugly end, with my partner jumping ship to another man who respected her rights. I vowed never to contest against another's free wills and rights in future, and I never did.

My beloved cousin Jerome passed away in September 2005. All the while when he was still alive, both of us took for granted that we being alive and not dead is an entitlement, but than after his death, it obviously shows that it isn't. Life in itself is almost and always being taken for granted, without realising that death may strike anytime, anywhere and anyhow. From than, I vowed never to take life for granted, and till now , I never did.

And so, the art of "letting go" is never to live the past, whether to replay scenes over and over in your head, or physically playing it.