Letting go

Today while waiting for the bus i had an insight. I must let go of the things I love the most, in order to evolve. We all hold on to people, to ideas, to objects and we take them for granted. We project a sense of ownership onto aspects of the external world.

And we have this skewed sense of ownership... Why do we believe so strongly that some things are ours? All the white we're living improbable lives.

Usually when we find out the Truth about a thing we thought we knew or we believed to be ours, all our universe crumbles. Take for example, all these thoughts of ownership, indeed you own the house, the car etc but that's not forever. The same exaggerated feeling of ownership can extend to humans. My wife, my kids, my parents. There's a tyranny in the way we use language, just pause for a moment and think about how absurd it is to say that. And yes, we don't take it literally and we know that saying "my wife" doesn't imply the same sense of ownership as saying my car or my sandwich because we know that we own different things to a certain degrees. However, this makes us take things for granted, fixed, set in stone, immutable. That results in a rigidity of thought, simply an inability to consider a wider context or someone being completely new, unexpected, different from What we know him to be.