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Instead of letting go, we are forcing it. I’m not saying it is a right, or a privilege. It is simply always someone’s choice, no matter what roles they have in life. It is still their choice. How we view their choices is only how we interpret (our) life. It is not so much what choices someone makes, what others choose. It only always lies in our own interpretation of life. Who has taught you how to interpret your surroundings? What belief systems are you buying into? If we could but pull the veil back to see how anything originated and the sheer madness for holding it as an absolute truth, blinded by our own need to believe in something. Wouldn’t we fare better if we understood how to translate (our) life in more than one way? Instead of encrusting ourselves in the very temporary identifications of this short life, wouldn’t we more easily grow into the infinite becoming we are? ~•~ a beautiful milieu