Letting Go

Giving Ourselves Permission To Die

Why is it so hard?

What is this fear that accompanies it?

Is it not the ignorance of the beyond and ourselves.

Is it not our ego that resists change and wishes to hold on at all costs.

A fear of lost memories, thoughts, and emotions.

The attachment to others.

Why does it hurt to say goodbye?

Where is the joy in leaving?

Is not life a testament to our values?

Have we lived a life that placed more value on others than ourselves?

Did we seek to please everyone else but ourselves?

Did we sell out to possessions and forgot to possess ourselves totally?

Death often brings us a loss in understanding.

What was the meaning of my life?

Why was I hear?