Let Go!

Let go! Let go! Just let things go! They are better when gone, when things are done! When there is no word to spare, no talk to talk, let go! Just let go! How easy would it be? How much of precarious task! Is that too easy; Too operose! Pleading oneself, your inner voice is too loud, the ongoing pleading of your soul is too convincing, You wonder why in first place you wanted to let go! Maybe you couldn’t see any hope, those fine lines, that differentiated between your happiness and a mourn. You seem to be digging too deep, and at the same time just a grub! Your own voice rather acts peevish! The biggest of the war, is the one between your own voice and your own choice! And, here nothing could be a better savior than your own, mind. Cause your inner soul is too busy knocking too hard, making too much of jangle. You consider your mind to be the best resort, the one you can fully rely on, the one who could save you from all the dooms, that is set forth to come, when the endless chatter grasps your freehold. When all your wit is just too plain for you to elude. That is when, you just let go, let go off things, trying not to know what in fact is the thing in particular, that you are wanting to let go. Many say, this is just another illusion that we manage to knit for ourselves, since there is nothing as such, that you can be so sure of things just by letting them go. But, I as an individual having got the benefit of doubt, still find this statement dubious. This I would not consider being an act of an escapist! Rather, I view this like a prismatic spectrum, where one colored light is bound to give such a wide spectrum. To be more specific , when there is a confusion, a single perplexity that goes on in your head, as like the single wavelength of light passing the prism. It is just a single ray, but upon the externalities and other conditions it is bound to give a wide range of spectra, not because it is influenced to every bit by the external atmosphere. But rather, that was what it had, and that was what had to come out sooner or later, when it got an appropriate chance to! Now drawing a correspondence with our own perplexity, the single thought that gets in on our brain cells, has to go through somewhat similar process. When it enters as some raw data, it has much more left to be what it actually is, that is, a mixture of varied ideas. Leading to further more of confusion, and that is when things start getting turbulent! That is the simple reason, I prefer letting go off, some of those crude ideas, which when refined give a varied subtle views, but are of least help. Not because they don’t give you any way out, but because they lead you to another level of confusion, one where lies a wide range of choices! And to our dismay, where there are more choices, there is much confusion! J