Chapter 53: The Fragile Art of Letting go

Things My Mind Wandered

There comes a point when holding on does more damage than release.
Letting go isn’t weakness — it’s survival dressed as surrender.

I’ve spent nights wondering if love is meant to last, or if sometimes, it’s only meant to teach. The truth is, not every connection survives the storms. Some wither, some drift, and some leave scars too deep to forget.

But I am learning: not everything broken needs fixing.
Not everyone who leaves needs chasing.
Not every goodbye needs a reason.

Letting go is fragile. It hurts in silence. It feels like tearing yourself apart. But perhaps it is also the first step toward peace.

And maybe, someday, I’ll thank myself for this release.

For now, I carry the echo, and I move on.