At the risk of sounding melodramatic, which may be an interesting side effect of being an artist, but again at that risk…once you find out you have a chronic terminal disease things change. Not at first, this takes a while, and believe me there is no one there to usher you through the process, no books on the self-help aisles either!
So this quote, (that did not have a source) makes as much sense to me as anything I have figured out for myself. Seems to boil down to a few simple words…love-live-let go.
When I realized my time was limited, and after I finished licking my emotional wounds, I began running after life and love…coming at it from every direction, making and executing bucket lists, embracing and creating every new feeling, cramming in as much as I possibly could while I still feel well enough to do it.
What I have struggled with is “letting go”. How do I know what is or is not meant for me. Every cliché’ insured me that growth and learning demand some discomfort, moving outside of my comfort zone and no pain-no gain.
How will I know what to let go of and when?
"I'm a Mess" Ed Sheeran