Letting Go Novels & Stories

Kyra pointed out. "Oh she was" she smiled at Kyra and Kyra smiled back. "Oh sorry?" Kyra said after she understood the word 'was' meant. "It's all good, I had to learn to let things go in order for new ones to come and that saying goes to both things and humans. When you let things go more comes your way, both humans too. You let them go and expect new ones that would stay with you longer than expected." "But what if the ones that come into your life would have to leave too?"

Chapter 21 There are days when you feel like you have no control over what's going on in your life and at the same time you have control of what's going on in your life so it's something that you have a Grip on and then there's something that you have a grip on it still worst place to be. The art of learning lies in how and when to let go but you need to let go of matter how hard and no matter how challenging it might be. Letting go of what you used to know is never easy ,the release part is the hardest part. It may mean goodbye forever, and in some cases it means that you will never visit whatever the hell you latched on to in the 1st place.

'A competitive and insecure woman will tell you that “true love” is never giving up on someone you're in love with. A confident and spiritual woman knows that “moving on” doesn’t mean you never loved someone. She realizes that letting go is what God needs her to do because both your happiness and hers requires taking different journeys for spiritual growth. Letting go is sometimes the hardest thing, but it is the most “real love” you will ever experience.' ❤❤❤❤ JASON DREAM ❤❤❤❤

" Sylvia blurted in somber And Dad was smiling brightly, Sylvia then turned to face the audience. "As I present myself before all of you now, I'm genuinely happy that I am with my family right now, that I am living a life that could only be a d****e to me, even though i won't want to accept the all situations at least I'm happy that the truth was revealed because I have lost my heart completely but I have to let go because leting go is an act of far greater power than defending, so Starting from today I need to let go of what is gone,

I continued. He just smiled. I turned my back and started walking away from the guy I loved the most and from the boy I saw myself celebrating life with. Walking away and letting go are two different things because when you walk away, you're abandoning an important thing while letting go is when you free something or someone from your grip for their sake. Both are painful. And today, abandoning and freeing Charlie are two of the most painful things I've done in my entire life. But things happened because it bounds to happen. It may hurt a lot but life is a game and by now, we should've already learned how to play with it.

At the party, friends teased us, asking when Rosalie Diaz and I would finally get married. I looked at her, smiling. She said nothing, and stiffly changed the subject. The friend who'd started the teasing glanced at me awkwardly, apology in his eyes. My smile didn't waver. I took a sip of my drink. I've always been a bit of a procrastinator, though not a hopeless one. So I decided to let Rosalie go. And to let myself go, too.

"It is about releasing. The watcher does not need you to hold anything steady. It needs you to let go. To trust that the world will hold itself." A young man raised his hand. "How do we let go?" Vesper knelt and placed her palm on the soil. "You remember that you are part of the world, not separate from it. The soil is you. The tree is you. The flower is you. When you let go of the need to control, you realize you were never controlling anything. You were simply—present." The witnesses closed their eyes. The gold flowers pulsed, and the forest was still. ---

"That's the worst part. I don't hate him anymore. I just... I don't feel anything." "That's progress." "Is it?" "Yes. Hate is exhausting. Hate means you still care. Not feeling anything means you've let go." "What if I don't want to let go?" "Then you'll carry it forever. And it will weigh you down until you can't breathe." "What if I don't know how to let go?" "Then you learn. One day at a time. One breath at a time. One moment at a time." He kisses me. Soft. Tender. Like I'm precious.

She stops holding it. The release does not feel like an effort. It feels, instead, like setting down something she has been carrying so long she had stopped noticing its weight, a quiet, total letting go that moves outward from her chest in a way she cannot describe except to say that it does not belong to her alone anymore the moment it leaves her.

Because I loved him, I eventually chose to forgive him and reconcile. Since then, I never argued or complained again. But this time was different. I wasn't throwing a tantrum. I was truly letting go.