放手

放手. 每个人只有一双手. 而当双手都已握住了东西时, 就不能在拿住任何其它的东西了.


A phase which I repeatedly tell others but did not do for myself. Well, at least I didn't realized it myself that I too was holding on to something.


It has been such a long time since I last let go of anything. Hatred. As much as I do not wish to admit, I realized that upon letting go.


It is like being relieved of something which is such burden to you, yet still holding on so dear to it, for such a long time.


At this instant, my heart seem so much relaxed now. I guess something just aren't meant to be. I just got to find the things that will make me a happier person, all over again. Like letting go, like now.

Lets start from the beginning. A fresh beginning.