Wind passes through without holding anything. It doesn’t carry yesterday’s weather into tomorrow.
People are less graceful. We remember what hurt us, rehearse what we lost, revisit what we wish we’d said. Time moves forward — we move backward.
The past, whether beautiful or painful, is finished. Attachment to it doesn’t preserve what was — it just prevents you from fully inhabiting what is.
Letting go is not forgetting. It is releasing your grip on something that is no longer yours to hold.
— Võ Thường