Prepared means ready
to let go.
Of what you’ve cared for the most.
Of who has been closer to your heart.
You can’t let go when you’re expecting, waiting, wanting. You can’t let go when you’re bitter, resentful, judgmental.
Letting go is an act of love that so few of us accomplish.
Many things can mimic letting go. And usually do.
We don’t even have language for true letting go.
It’s the only way to exit this life consciously—if such a thing is even
noticed.
We can write whole essays and theses on what letting go isn’t. And maybe that’s the only way we have to describe it. By negation. Because what remains is silence.
Most of our life’s challenges and efforts are played in the in-between. In discernment. In de-conditioning. In evaluating with the heart. In valuing the moment because the next one will differ.
It’s the journey from unconsciousness to innocence. Which, that too—innocence—this world thinks it knows.
This is also a form of letting go—
saying what was never asked, without waiting to be asked.
Writing, because I no longer need to hold things back.
