A Way to Stop, Drop, and Let Go

And so?
What do you do?
Stay and fight? Argue?
Live in the past?

This leads me up to my title of this journal.
How do people stop, drop, and let it go?

I think about the wastefulness of old conversations that we relive and play out in our heads.
Meanwhile, we know that there is no way to change what happened.
No one can change the past, yet we rethink and rehearse old arguments as if this can make a difference. But no, nothing changes what happened and the spoken word can never be unspoken.
So?
Then why hold on to something like this?

I saw another reminder of the saying “if you don’t heal from what hurt you, you’ll bleed on people who didn’t cut you.”

I am not sure who’s quote this is.
All I know is that it’s not mine. I’ve heard different names who get the credit, but regardless of the author, the quote is true.

How can anyone move forward if they keep dragging their past behind them?

I can attest to this.
I can attest to the damages of the heart. I can attest to the pain that lingers and how they spread and multiply and bleed into the next chapter. I can see how yesterday can ruin this morning or even the next day.
I can attest to the assumptions that do us a disservice. I can attest to how our thoughts lead us to an idea that something is (and will always) be wrong.
Yes, I can attest to the truth which is that if you don’t heal from what hurt you, you will bleed (and equally hurt) the people who didn’t cut you.
I have done this too.
Have you?

How long can you carry the weight that does not belong to you?
When is it your turn to let go, live, and be happy?

I can attest to the fact that I have held on too long.
I have kept my resentments alive, well, fat and well-fed.
I have kept my anger safe and warm. Meanwhile, life passed and windows of opportunity came and went. Where did this leave me?

A way to stop, drop, and let go.
What has to happen?
What has to take place to make a better life a top priority?

Sometimes, you need to point out the obvious things that we tend to overlook.
You have to call yourself out.
You have to hold yourself accountable.

Or maybe this is me speaking to myself . . .
Or maybe you and I are just alike. Maybe you and I are perfectly set in the middle of the stage.
But rest assured, the show goes on.
Life moves, always, no matter what.

What has to happen to make the next act better than this one?
If we figure this out, or if we find the key to happiness, when are we going to allow ourselves the right to make this happen?
This way we can stop the nonsense, drop the anger, and let things go . . .