The Art of Letting Go

Now, more than ever, I know that there is no going back for me. If there is anything Corona has taught me, is that change is needed right now. The world cannot go back to what it used to be – a mostly distasteful, disgraceful mass of caracasses – but where’s the soul in all that?

A world feeding off anger, low self-esteem, greed, misery, non-values, codependency, destruction, oil, plastic, lamentations, toxicity, fear, denial, ego, vulgarity, defeat, power, objectification, stupidity, neediness, consumerism, arrogance, insecurity, desperation, laziness, intolerance, mediocrity, hatred.

  

A world lacking the courage to say “I’m better than this, I can do more, I can be more”. A whole world settling for less. A world unable to stand up for what was right for most, not just for few. A world constantly turning people into robots, dehumanizing them, enslaving them, keeping them under control, small and fearful. A world constantly on the brink of some sort of war. A world indoctrinated by religion, when religions shouldn’t even exist because God is absolutely subjective and personal and more likely to appear in a crowded bar than in a church anyway. A world divided by politics, when politics…you know what? No. I won’t even go there.

A whole world obeying by the broken rules of a broken system.

A world in desperate need for love. A love that doesn’t ask for anything in return. A love that’s healed itself before it gives itself completely – a love that stays. A love that understands pain, because it went through it and came out victorious. A love worth fighting for, but never having to. A love that brings kings and beggars together, as one – as it should have always been. A love that stands out among all other loves, because it already comes in superlative form. A love that  makes absolute sense. A love that could never turn obsolete. A love that can fix anything, no matter how broken. A love that keeps expanding and growing until it becomes all there is. A love that knows no drama, because it’s got a great sense of humor. A love that makes everything fall into place. Love, in it’s purest form.

For me, there is no going back to what was before. I’m letting go of everything I used to accept but not really believed in and start all over again, from scratch. I’ve expanded too much,  settling would be a waste of who I was born to to become – no, I’m not there yet, but I will be one day. In a week, a month, a year or ten – as long as it takes me to get there, but believe you me, I’ll get there. I may not have any more lives to live here, on Earth, so I might as well go out in style. And do some living, open some minds, save some souls, teach some love, give some hope, make some bold choices in the process. No more taking whatever I’m given, but fighting for what I deserve.

 

No more working for others, people who take and take and take until there’s no more to give and still they want more, people who just have to have the last saying, people who think they somehow own you, people who are never wrong, people who make you feel estranged in a room full of them, people who judge long before they’ve gotten to know you, people who fear what they cannot understand and must get rid of it, people who demand truth when all they give in return are lies, people who try to convince you it’s you, not them, cold people, lifeless people, compassionless people, loveless people – people to whom you have to prove yourself again and again and still they remain unconvinced, people who get offended much to easily, people you somehow feel sorry for at the end of the day.

The “Factotum” part of my life has come to an end – although Bukowski has taught me that there is no shame in lifting up your sleeves and doing that shit job as long as you make sure you see the meaning behind it, learn something from it, develop a new skill, or write a damn good poem about it.

So, for me, there is no way back. Only forward.

And that’s a promise.

Green Eyed Kisses,