Wednesday

something from ja's blog. interesting

What It Really Means

Have you ever tried holding grains of sand in your hands?

What happens when you clench your fist tightly?

The grains will fall off your hands and

those that remain can only feel squashed by the pressing force of your hand.

But when your hand loosens up,

some grains will fall through the gaps in between your fingers and

those that remain can only feel insecure if they'll fall like the others.

Sometimes, we recognise what is precious to us

and we try our best to clench our fist and hold it tight.

Simply bcos they are so dear to us and we're afraid to let it go.

That's the mentality of a fool.

Perhaps, the more precious something is to us,

the more we should learn to let it go.

Letting go doesnt mean we throw away that precious something

and discard it from that significant place it holds in our hearts.

Rather, it means to allow space for it to grow and choose,

to allow it to be free and happy, while looking at it with an understanding smile from afar.

The possessive need remains while the possessive want disappears.

If something really is so precious,

then perhaps the focus should be placed on it rather than the self.

The self ceases to exist and whatever that mattered to the self no longer is an issue.

What matters to that significant one takes precedence.

When the wind is strong and the sand feels threatened,

the hands will always be there to close up

and create a protecting wall that blocks the wind from the sand.

It becomes supportive, rather than expectant;

passive, rather than active; responsive, rather than assertive.

Like the sand in the hands,

perhaps, it's what the sand needs and not what the hands want.

In freedom and understanding, the sand enjoys its time sitting on the hands.

It is precisely that it means so much and

will continue to that you should let it go.

Does it make sense at all?

princess maddie.