I suppose it is easier to let go when we are old. I find it fairly easy now, but I never tried it much when I was middle age and under. As I look back, I see that holding on is often quite ridiculous, yet we do hold on—for dear life as we might say. Fear and denial of death must have something to do with it, since if we have something to hold on to we imagine that we can’t drown, even if what we are holding on to is like the stone of Sisyphus. And of course we can’t possibly die if, for instance, we have children to hold on to who could not possibly survive without us holding on to them (or is it the other way round?).
Holding on has a lot to do with our judgmental mind. We hold on to our beliefs and to our goods and chattels (together with lots of insurance) and to careers and relationships that are deadly or moribund. We hold on to the judgments of others till death do us part, and to our addictions that give but momentary relief from our fear of living (as well as dying). What has become clear to me in my old age is that if we don’t love our self very much, we must hold on to something (and there are gazillions of sales persons that will sell us something to hold on to) for without holding on there is nothing if there is no love.
When I look around at most of the people near me, almost everyone seems to be clutching a cell phone and fingering it or talking to it or worrying that it might die at any minute. Perhaps if we loved and held on to ourselves more, we could also let go of our cell phones, because what comes through them is usually either overwhelming or underwhelming and distracts us from what we need. Forgiveness is another word for the wisdom of letting go, and we need to forgive, especially ourselves. So let’s throw away our crutches and become lighter, and not wait too long to do it.
--N. Michael Murphy
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