"I give up!" exclaimed the frustrated woman who has been through a lot. And believe me when I say a lot. She feels as though the universe is laughing at her for everything she's going through. For every action she does, there will always be a negative effect on her, on her loved ones, on other people who don't really matter. For every decision she makes, the result will eventually haunt her in negative ways only dreamers could have ever imagined.
That's why she thought of not depending every action she makes on what she wants. She thought of everyone else before choosing a decision. She makes sure no one would get hurt whenever she takes another step. Even though she knew that it's unavoidable, she still does whatever she can to prevent other people from hurting. It doesn't matter if she's the one going to be in danger. As long as she knows she's going to save them. And she's fine with it. Want to know why?
Because she knows how it feels to be hurt. She knows what it feels like to be empty inside. She knows about being alive, but not living. She knows how hurtful it feels to even breathe while the heart is dying. She has been through hell.
And so she's back. She has returned.
Now she's wiser. Fiercer. More powerful. More alive than she ever felt in her life.
How did she do that?
Simple.
She gave up.
She let go.
She left everything behind her.
Her past, her misery, her pain, her agony. Gone. Lost in the wind. And it felt so freeing.
She accepted everything. Her blessings, her disappointments, her recognitions, her being taken for granted, her bad times and good times, her ups and downs.
And then she breathed. In and out. In and out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
And she lived.
She's free. Because she gave up. Because she let go.