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Have you noticed how we collect worries the way some people collect souvenirs? When we visit a city on a tour, we love to carry souvenirs back, a wonderful way to remember the city. In the sameโฆ
Have you noticed how we collect worries the way some people collect souvenirs? When we visit a city on a tour, we love to carry souvenirs back, a wonderful way to remember the city. In the same breath, when we visit a friend, we carry something back with us. And if the interaction has been nice, we carry nice memories
But if the interaction has been bad - complaints, whines or similar, we tend to carry back that as well. Every experience we pass through, we carry something forward. Yesterday's argument. Last month's failure. That one comment someone made three years ago in a casual conversation โ that we are still somehow replaying.
Unknowingly, we have become walking museums of unprocessed emotions and that shows on our face and overall body structure. And here is what makes it even harder. We are often praised for it. "He handles so much." "She never complains." "They just keep going." The world rewards the carrying. So we carry more.
We start believing that letting go is weakness, that surrender is giving up, that releasing the weight somehow means we did not care enough. But what if the carrying itself is what is slowing us down? What if the very thing we think is making us strong is quietly, steadily, draining us?
Be like a Jatayu, the great eagle who fought Ravana, failed and in the end "let go", dropped the guilt for failing and surrendered to the outcome.
Let's do our party fully, beautifully without holding back and stop carrying but caring. Caring for self. Caring for the wonderful life that we have. So ask yourself this
"What am I still carrying today that I was supposed to put down a long time ago?"
But if the interaction has been bad - complaints, whines or similar, we tend to carry back that as well. Every experience we pass through, we carry something forward. Yesterday's argument. Last month's failure. That one comment someone made three years ago in a casual conversation โ that we are still somehow replaying.
Unknowingly, we have become walking museums of unprocessed emotions and that shows on our face and overall body structure. And here is what makes it even harder. We are often praised for it. "He handles so much." "She never complains." "They just keep going." The world rewards the carrying. So we carry more.
We start believing that letting go is weakness, that surrender is giving up, that releasing the weight somehow means we did not care enough. But what if the carrying itself is what is slowing us down? What if the very thing we think is making us strong is quietly, steadily, draining us?
Be like a Jatayu, the great eagle who fought Ravana, failed and in the end "let go", dropped the guilt for failing and surrendered to the outcome.
Let's do our party fully, beautifully without holding back and stop carrying but caring. Caring for self. Caring for the wonderful life that we have. So ask yourself this
"What am I still carrying today that I was supposed to put down a long time ago?"