There’s been a lot of chat about letting go lately. Disney certainly hit a chord with its latest princess theme. I see heaps of wise words about release from attachment, grief, phobias, whatever, that would make a Zen Buddhist monk proud. But I have a slightly different perspective.
I refuse to let go. I will hang on with my last shred of strength. I will persevere although it feels like every force in the universe is conspiring to tear me from those things, big and small, that make up who I am.
They say that attachment is the root of all pain. Then bring it on. I will stand like a bumper on an old VW bus covered with with every tiny thing of beauty or laughter that the winds of life have blown at me; every lesson learned with sweat and tears–and sometimes blood; every fear; every joy. I’m hanging on to them for dear life. Because eventually, I won’t be alive. I’ll have to let go. I’ll be dead. I won’t “pass” or move on or cross over. I’ll die and all things will fall from me with my last breath. Until then, I’m not letting go, nosireee. You can count on it.
Let It Go Sing-Along on Disney UK