I am now sixty-two. And time really does seem to go faster as I age. Only because we get closer to seeing the end rather than the beginning of our life here. The target looks bigger and bigger as we fly through space hurtling toward it.
As I hang onto my child heart, I also start to think of looking back less. Letting go of a lot of things that I have carried for far too long. Carrying things is something that only the young have the luxury to do. And we usually wish later on that we had learned this earlier. We hang onto things. We hold onto heavy grudges and heartaches, fears and anger. It is enough to make us sick and weary; and enough to ruin lives. Envy is a big one, as is jealousy. I can feel the heaviness when I say the words.
And it is so hard to see some of these heavy things until we are old, and looking back.
But, people of any age might take my advice. Lighten up. Think light, pack light and let go. You don’t have to hold on to heavy things, if you can ask, just ask for help in letting them go. And practice the things that make life good. The things that sound light and really are very light. Gratefulness, Love, peace, forgiveness, giving and letting go.
Find the love inside of you and feel it, share it, spread it gently without expectation.