The world keeps sheepishly mouthing the age old idea of letting go of all that is wrong and keeping sight of the good things in life; How letting go makes you realize your self worth.
She for one bore testimony of how the simple act of holding on moulded her into a person, bigger and better than she could ever imagine to be. She held onto lost love, betrayals, insults, sorrow and even hate for that matter since times long forgotten and in time saw them turn into treasured gold. For each time she was let down, she found an equivalent, all encompassing courage to get back up. These trysts with ill fated destiny and their memories none the less helped her to see the world in the unfair light it always is illuminated in.
A little part of her soul dies every time she sees how this jerkwad of a society mistreats the individuals that contribute to make it whole. And yet she carries on with the remaining part of her all enduring soul. If she had let go of the all the hurt, big or small, wouldn't it had made her lose the clearer perspective of fair-unfair towards others and self? If she had let go of pain wholly, would she have been even half the woman that she is today?
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