Letting go

Sometimes we love with nothing but hope, sometimes we cry with everything but tears.

I sometimes wonder why we keep hoping for some miracles when common sense defies the very existence of what we expect to happen. Deep within us we know, that our hope is nothing more than a thin thread over which we have decided to hold our existence and that thread has to wear off soon.

We are afraid of facing reality. Reality is too hard, too mean. Though we can never run away from it, but its only human to defer the moment of truth as much as possible while hoping each moment, as we delay what is inevitable, that things will change for better.

Is it because its our very nature to not accept defeat so easily? or is it beacuse we are too bad at letting go? I guess the reason is latter. We are masters in the art of clingging.

Tighter we squeeze water, the lesser we have it with us. The more we try to grab on to something the more it slips away. Nature has its own ways. And its own rules.

May be its time that we learn to let go. Its hard and its too personal. Its like accepting the defeat and nobody likes to lose. But somethings are'nt just meant to be. And to let go is the only logical way to put an end to it.