Everything in the end, ends. What’s the point of worrying about what might happen. It hasn’t happened yet. Leave the worrying for when it does happen. Even then though, if the worst thing happens what can you do. Does worrying about it solve the problem? No. So stop caring so much about all of it. I know they say you have to care about your life but I’m not so sure anymore if that’s actually the right option. I think what is best for me now is to stop caring. If one door closed on my face I’ll move on. Instead of slamming the door and whining about not being let in, I’ll go somewhere I am wanted. Plenty of doors have shut on me. I used to care but I honestly can’t find it in me to care anymore. I can’t accept that I must live my day to day in constant struggle and constantly fighting for control. I don’t want to control everything. I just want to live.
Letting go feels like the only choice left. Not in the sense of giving up, but in the sense of freeing myself from this endless cycle of attachment. I’ve spent too long gripping tightly to things that were never meant to be mine. Too long forcing situations to unfold the way I wanted them to, only to find out that life doesn’t work like that. It’s exhausting, fighting against what is, trying to rewrite a script that was never mine to edit.
So maybe it’s time to let things happen as they will. Maybe it’s time to stop forcing, stop clinging, stop expecting. If something is meant for me, it will come. If it isn’t, it won’t. And either way, I’ll be fine. I have to believe that. Because the alternative is living in a constant state of resistance, always trying to control what can’t be controlled. That’s not living—that’s just surviving.
I don’t want to just survive. I want to be free. I want to move through life like the wind—unbothered, unattached, yet still present in every moment. If a door closes, I’ll walk away without looking back. If something falls apart, I’ll step over the rubble and keep moving. There’s no need to fight anymore. No need to wrestle with the inevitable. Whatever is meant to stay will stay. Whatever is meant to leave will leave. And I will be here regardless, standing in the only place I’ve ever truly belonged. Right here, in this moment.
