Letting things go

I keep thinking of constantly being surrounded by water.

I'm holding on to negative emotions, experiences, baggage, relationships, that just keep dragging me under. It’s almost as if I hold on to all these things in the hope that they will help me stay afloat and save me from drowning.

But these things don’t save me.

Instead they drag me under.

Deeper and deeper down.

But still, I hold on.

Because letting go of them just seems so much scarier. 

I'm afraid of drifting into the dark unknown depths…

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While I was writing this, I started to realise a few things.

What if letting go allowed me to break free from all these things that I have chained myself to?

What if it releases you, and instead of sinking, you slowly start to float to the surface?

Finally, you can come up for air.

Breathe.

And suddenly see that you are a lot closer the land than you think.

Caught in a riptide

It really feels like the holidays were a lifetime away. I have been caught in this intense riptide and have been trying to break through the surface for the longest time. Every now and again I’d manage to come up for air, but then something would always just pull me back under again. But finally I can breathe freely again. There are no sea weeds tangled around my legs. I'm floating gently on the surface. The sun is setting. The sea gulls are going about their business in the distance. I wish life would stay this way indefinitely. 

Time...

it passes by like a rushing rapid crashing down a water bank.

The waves keep pulling me under...

This, has become my new home…