I’ve learned that sometimes it’s very difficult to let things go. It doesn’t matter if it’s something real, like a person, or something unreal, like an idea, or a desire. And even those are interchangeable.
I’m not the voice of authority on letting things go, but I have experienced enough to understand when it is healthy to. That might not always be easy, because it takes time to develop the willpower to withdraw from what binds us. I repeat, and I emphasise, this could be anything—and this could happen to anyone.
I was sat out on the porch, somewhere close to freedom.
If I closed my eyes, it would have been impossibly difficult to open them again.
If I closed my eyes, I could imagine myself, trapped in a maelstrom of obsession.
I was sat out on the porch. That’s when they arrived.