What We Hold
What we hold, we believe to be ours ... strongly ours. I think that's why we are so devastated when we're robbed .. or don't receive something that we've sweated and bled for and think we deserve. But if I've learned anything, it's this: What we hold, we hold loosely and tenuously, no matter how tightly we grip it. And that includes everything from our house, our friends and family, all the way through to our health. All the things that we believe we're entitled to once we've held it, or think we're going to hold it, will be demanded back from us eventually. And the only way to lessen the pain when stripped of it, is to always cradle it gently with an open hand. The beauty of the open hand though is that it's always ready to receive a new blessing ... a blessing which the clenched fist can only swing wildly at.
Not an easy lesson to learn though. It's taken a lifetime to even realize this ... and a lot of pain. And despite knowing it, I'm having difficulty letting go of all those things that I love. Such is human nature I guess.
Not an easy lesson to learn though. It's taken a lifetime to even realize this ... and a lot of pain. And despite knowing it, I'm having difficulty letting go of all those things that I love. Such is human nature I guess.