Let Go

The rain reminds me of letting go. There is something beautiful yet melancholy about letting go. Cleaning your room often feels like therapy. But it also takes you down nostalgia lanes to places you may not want to visit. Like that pair of earrings someone once gifted me. We don't talk anymore. I have no idea what she is doing. The colour of the earrings has faded the same way as our friendship. That one pendant I wore to a memorable date once. The stones have come off, yet a part of me wanted to keep that as a memory of a person who never was anything. Just because I had a good day. I discarded that with longing. I know now that every time I open my jewellery box and do not see it, perhaps I will not remember that day anymore, and I am okay with it. Then come the most precious possessions. Scrapbooks, handwritten letters, artwork. People you never met often leave a mark on your life. You keep things to remember them by. There is no harm in holding on to attachments. But I realised we need to strike a balance between that and letting go. Hold on to things that make you smile. Let go of those that hurt you or remind you of an old self you aren't quite proud of. Most people say that to move forward, we need to discard or shed old baggage. I agree. But then it's equally important to keep some things that remind you of good days and lessons. What do you think?

©Suranya