Lucian Marin
The day I learned to let go
…was the best day of my life.
I remember the days when I used to be mad at myself for not living up to the expectations of other people. I remember the moments that used to give me hope. I remember being good. I remember when other people would look up to me. But I don’t remember accepting defeat.
I don’t want other people to tell me what to do, what to say, what to think. How to act, how to feel, how to live. Everyone imposing their views on others is one of the worst monsters — a self-destroying creature, even if sometimes they think they are God-sent children. Aren’t we all the same at one point or another? Should that point be crossed every time someone thinks they are better? What’s better?
But I learned to let go. Letting things go feels like taking a breath of fresh air in this over-polluted, highly corrupted, modern society. I never wanted to be like anybody else, why should I begin now? Why should I be the same, the regular highly sophisticated citizen of a newly globalized world?
We’ve become what our great-grandfathers never wanted for us — or from us. We steal, we lie, we destroy. We never feel for one another, we never think of one another, we never help one another. Everything is money and everyone has a price. Just…
Let go. It’s never too late.