Letting Go

Letting go... it's complicated, so difficult. But when you finally decide to do so, even if it's just for a second, it's so liberating, you wish you could just stay that way forever.

Ghosts from the past often come to visit my room, sleep with me at night, and wake me up for breakfast the next morning. And then, suddenly, the world seems like a dark dangerous place.
Some say it's normal. We haven't been through normal experiences.
But then, what is normal and what isn't? Things we believe to be rules of nature are nothing more than social and moral conventions.
Who's to say that walking naked in the street is not the correct thing to do, instead of covering our bodies with artificial material and becoming shy of ourselves?


Who's to say that relationships are meant to be in a certain way. If we just let the difference penetrate, we might find it easier to be happy...

My life has turned 360 degrees about five times by now, so no reality is real. Social conventions, moral issues, instinct that varies according to the context.

Maybe happiness is to be found in ambiguity and in those things that one "shouldn't" think of or do.

Maybe the world is upside down, and we're only really scared of being free.

So just let go, and smile while you experience things you never dreamed you'd accept in others, let alone in yourself