The worst part of growing up is you feel letting go is more difficult than buying a perfect pencil box. I am an extreme over-thinker, my imagination takes me to a different land when I overthink and so I find it difficult to let some things go. I have this constant urge to go back and fix those nuts and cracks that make me uncomfortable.

We don't respond well to changes and to let go is stripping off something from your comfort space so the void makes is harder. On top of that, we constantly search for closures, making this even worse. But, eventually I had to make peace with the fact that everything doesn't need closure and it's best to let it be, to let it go.

I hate having arguments and disagreements with the people I love, and I am always the one to initiate a sorry or give light to the conversation but this always does not work in my favour. This bugged me for quite sometime until I realised not everything can be mended to the way it was and that's the best way forward.

This could be applicable for situations as well, not every situation is black and white. If you're stuck somewhere between grey, don't blame yourself, push yourself and just move on. Things sometimes plays in ways that is unforeseeable and I am an ardent fan of destiny.

Whenever, letting go seems hard, remember, holding on to the same things is much harder.