Letting Go Is The Only Way To Hold Onto The Things That Matter

*"The forest was very still, the kind of stillness that feels like it has been waiting just for you to notice it. Pooh sat on the grass, paws folded in his lap, watching a butterfly dance in the air as though it had nowhere particular to be, and yet was exactly where it ought to be.

‘Funny thing,’ Pooh thought, ‘how butterflies never seem to worry about where they’re going. They just float, and somehow the breeze takes them to the right place.’

He leaned back a little, listening to the leaves whisper above him. ‘Perhaps,’ he said softly, ‘life is a bit like that too. Perhaps we don’t always have to know every answer. Perhaps it’s enough to trust that the path will carry us where we’re meant to go.’

And with that, Pooh smiled his slow Pooh smile, the kind that comes not from honey, but from a quiet sort of knowing—that sometimes letting go is the only way to hold on to the things that truly matter."*