Letting Go Happens When Holding On Stops Making Sense...

There was once a man standing at the edge of a cliff, holding a rope.

His knuckles were white from the grip, and the rope itself was frayed at the end, tied to nothing, leading nowhere. It was heavy. Old. Weathered. Yet still, he held on.

A voice called out from the wind, soft at first, then louder, more clear.

“Let go.”

The man shook his head.

“No. No, no, no, no, no. You don’t understand. I’m not at that point yet.”

The wind paused. Then spoke again.

“There is no such thing as not being at that point. That phrase? It’s meaningless.”

The man’s grip tightened.

“If you’re not letting go of something you say you’re ready to release, it’s because you are choosing not to. You are deliberately choosing to hold on. And you are doing so because, whether you realize it or not, you believe it serves you.”

The man blinked into the distance, heart pounding.

“This rope? This weight? It’s not helping me.”

“Then ask yourself,” said the wind. “How does holding it help you? What benefit do you still believe it brings?”

The man sat down on the edge of the cliff. Silent.

“Maybe… it’s safety,” he whispered.

“Exactly. Maybe it's a net. A buffer. Maybe you think you need it because you’re afraid of what happens if you don’t have it.”

The wind swirled gently.

“So… what happens if you let go? What’s the worst that could happen?”

The man didn’t answer. He just stared at the frayed end.

“Maybe,” he said after a long pause, “there’s a part of me that still wants to be accepted. Maybe there’s a fear that if I let go, I’ll fall, or fail, or be forgotten.”

“But I don’t care anymore,” he added quickly, trying to mask the crack in his voice. “I don’t give a damn.”

The wind smiled.

“If that were true, you would have already let go. That’s the part you’re not allowing to be obvious. You do care. Maybe not consciously. But your actions—your grip—tells a deeper truth. The fear and the inaction are the indicators. The barometers of an unconscious belief.”

“So what do I do?”

“Ask,” the wind said. “Ask this: What must I believe is true about myself, or this situation, that causes me to hold on to something I say I no longer want?”

The man stood slowly, eyes now open, clear. There was still fear.

But there was also something else rising within him.

Curiosity.

And that was the beginning.

Blessings, Love & Light...