Letting go

There’s no definitive feeling or outright sign when we let go of someone or something. There’s no sound, no screaming cry of relief. Instead, there is simply a profound silence. A silence that echoes past meetings, numerous conversations and interactions, and countless mistakes. It is a past once full of passion and fondness, that now lies bare. It is a stark nakedness of distant memories that are no longer consumed or dictated by fear and bitterness. It is as if the past now resembles a dandelion. And every negative thought, every regret, every mistake is one of those unusual petals. And as you blow on the dandelion, you watch as the petals float away leisurely with the wind. You watch until you can no longer see them. And as each one disappears into the horizon, you feel a small weight lift off your shoulders, until all of a sudden you are standing tall. 

Everything is calm, everything is serene. And for the first time in a long time, you smile to yourself; because, at last, everything is content.