Humans all have a hard time letting go, of what they are familiar with, of what they know and care, and of what they want… Let it be life, material possessions or the dreams they once had and the plans they made. What really got me thinking about this attachment to the known and the fear of the unknown or at least the unexplored is my father’s mentioning of my car getting older and maybe it’s time to get a new one.
My immediate reaction was “NO! I love my car, I never want to let it go!” Sitting back now that I’ve had sometime to think, I question my reaction. For someone that prides themselves on logic and reason, it was probably one of the most emotional thing I could have done. And in typical me fashion the topic devolved into one of philosophical questioning. When the time truly comes to let go, could you?
There’s no point to talk the talk, but refusing the walk. I have gone through lots of losses, the loss of what’s familiar when I left everything that was once my world when I moved to Aust, the loss of my dreams and hopes, the loss of what I perceived would be my life and watching it shatter before me on the cold stone floor. Yet so far, I am proud to say that I have walked away, comforted by my logic and reasoning that it was for the better. I hold my head up high, with tears in my eyes and searing pain in my heart and tell myself that tomorrow will be another day, and the world will not stop for one silly girl daring to hope. However thinking back to several situations my friends and their parents went through I just had to ask.
Would you pull the plug on your child whilst you can still see him breath, as if in a deep sleep, and say your last good bye?
Would you let your parents die with dignity, rather then hooked up to machines months at a time because they might have that tiny chance of waking up in return for countless hours of pain done to them?
Would you let your loved one go to war, knowing there was a chance that they would never come back to see the child you carry?
Most of all could you let go, when there was a chance of hanging on, but at the pain of both you and the one you love?
How far would humans go to hold on to those that once was? How much torture would they subject themselves and those they love to just so this feeling of loss would never visit their hearts? How much hard labour and endless toiling would you endure for your hopes and dreams? And at the end of it all, when you know that your emotions are over ruling your logic and reasoning… Could you? Would you?... Finally learn to let go?
