Let Go, Let God…
I’ve read this so many times in a book titled “Moments” by Fr. Jerry Orbos, SVD.
First reaction that I had after reading this phrase is that, yup, it’s easier said than done. We belong into a religious country, and many of us really let God in almost everything that we do. But not all of us can actually say that straight in the eye. Some of us tend to find another way when we feel that God’s answers are coming a little bit too late or not coming at all. It’s funny that by just adding a single letter, it can make all the difference. Letting God may be much easier than letting go.
I’ve had this experience wherein I can’t let go of the most precious person in my life. All the counseling from different friends and other people couldn’t cure my illness of failing to let go. All that they wanted me to do is to just move on because they said, that’s the only thing that I could possibly do. I’ll admit, when I and the one that I love parted ways, it was not the most positive way of saying goodbye. Trust me, I never wanted to end it that way, I just had to do it for her own good. Plain and simple, I wanted her to make me go away so that I couldn’t hurt her feelings anymore. But until now, she doesn’t understand that. I admitted that I was selfish, I wanted to be with her every moment that I could. I wanted to talk to her with every opportunity that I can have. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone. Because it’s hard for me to take that I’m sharing her with other guys. I’ve never loved any other person like I’ve loved her.
She never realized and understood that I let her go because I wanted her to be happy even though I did it in a not-so-nice manner. I never shouted at her nor raised my voice whenever we talked. As a matter of fact, I just absorbed everything that she threw at me. Back to my point, I did what I had to do so that she’d be happy. Unfortunately, she took it the wrong way. She thought that I just wanted to hurt her. She never fully understood the pain that I was going through during the course of time that we were still fine with each other. Fear got the best of me. I was extremely afraid that I’d lose her. And I eventually did. But I realized then and there that things shouldn’t be forced. Just let everything flow and cherish the moments of your life may it be the ups or the downs.
Back to letting go and letting God, how could someone honestly accomplish this? What if you have loved someone so strong that you couldn’t get up from the fall that you felt from her? How could you let her go that you love her so much, even if she already loves another, you still feel for her? Questions, so hard to find answers for. Some can answer it through words, but when you experience it, it’s so crippling that you’d really fall into the depths of depression. I’ll admit, until now, I still struggle to stand from the fall and I’m very much afraid to take a girl seriously again. A part of me has been paralyzed. An emotional instability has recaptured my personality. Let her go, that’s what they said. Well, it’s very much easier said than done.
Months had passed, and the memories should be swiftly erased by now. But like a ghost that stays in each and every house, the things that we both shared still haunts me till this very day. Why didn’t she consider my feelings? Why didn’t she understand? Why did she let me fall for her much more if she knew that things wouldn’t last? Why did we have to go to certain places and make memories of our own? Maybe it can be simply answered by saying that she may also be selfish. But I made it clear; I used “maybe” in the sentence.
Today, I still pray for the day that everything will be fully forgotten. I couldn’t wait for the moment that we’d never see each other again. Because I’ll admit, even to this very day, whenever I see her face or hear her voice, my heart still cringes with pain for everything that had happened. But a part of me also brings out a smile, because I know that I had made her happy. She had found someone that she can shamelessly say that she loves. If I hadn’t fought with her and let her go, she probably wouldn’t end up this happily. I’d rather be the one hurt than her, and that made all the difference.
Maybe I am selfish and maybe I’m an ass, but trust me when I say that as the Lord as my witness, I did it for her own good and because I love her…I’d be a fool to say that I don’t treasure her anymore. It would be crap to say that she’s out of my life. Coz each and everyday, she’s still here inside of me…So, tell me “let go, let God”, and I’ll tell you how hard that really is.