In My Head

I don't know what thought process led me to that path, but there it was: I realized recently that I was clinging to things. I was cultivating attachment, in the Buddhist sense of the term, with a vague notion that if I hung on hard enough, I'd have some sort of control over loss, or any other outcome.

I realized my hands were clenched so hard around certain things that it would take a pair of pliers to pry my fingers open. And that, my friends, is not good. That is not the way.

So I've started a mental exercise of letting go. I visualize my hands held in front of me, palms up, fingers wide open, and I visualize whatever I'm clinging to in the middle of my palms, free to trickle through my fingers or be swept away by a gust of wind. And it's not easy not to clench my fists.
I want to learn and practice to let go of the outcome. Do my best according to my aspirations then let go of things I cannot control.
TLM: let him go (that's the hardest)
Where I work: let it go
Will my cats get sick and die? Let go.
My house: Let go.

Every thing, every thought, and every person that creates fear or longing in me I want to let go of. Not to reject, but just to give up clinging.

Is that going to turn me into a mere spectator of my own life? If I'm detached from everything, do I stop living in action?

Don't know.

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