We leave it all behind in the end

Open your fist. You can’t take it with you. Let go and let go and let go.

Whatever you think you own, you don’t. Possession is an illusion, truth is transcendent. The more you want, the less you have. It takes so much faith to just let go.

The sun rises on a day that belongs to you. Your hands stretch out and grab fistfuls of air. But the sun sets, and the day is gone, never to be seen again. What have you gained with all of your reaching?

Let go.

You hoard your anxieties. Relentlessly rushing. The endless piles of stuff. The terrible weight of your beautiful expectations. Counting, recounting. So much need. So much greed. But truly nothing is yours except what you give away. You must release to acquire.

Let go and let go and let go.

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