Sometimes it’s the best thing…the only thing….however difficult that first step must be, it is part of what you eventually become:
Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.
No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.
Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.