To contemplate is to sit back, to allow time to move slowly. It’s a depth of thought, detached from outcomes, a letting go.
To hold so tight to the things that create the most joy, can destroy them. To relax the hold, sets them free. There’s no guarantee that they will not become so out of reach or disappear altogether but strangling a thing, person or a situation is controlling and will cause inevitable death anyway. So let go.
Letting go is painful but also freeing, it puts you first in your world, acknowledging your being as the essence, not some love drug that’s momentary, causing highs and lows, but you, the constant.
It’s a strange irony that a feeling of being let go or given space, causes a reaction that tightens your grip. Push and pull power play, it’s gone, you want it, it’s there, you don’t. Acknowledge what you want, what you need, peacefully, in your own space, without the ups and downs, minus the fog.
Quietly, let go.