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@ OTI
2025-06-02 15:58:09
Never get too attached to something to the extent that you can live without it
The Weight We Pile On I’ve noticed something about myself lately—most of my worries, my sleepless nights, my tight chest—they’re born from my own hands. We cause anxiety, stress, and headaches by ourselves, don’t we? It’s a truth I can’t dodge, a mirror I can’t unsee. I cling too hard, I grip too tight, I fight for things that don’t need a fight. And in the end, I’m the one left aching, shaking, breaking. It’s not the world doing this to me—it’s me. I stack the bricks of stress, one by one, until I’m crushed beneath. I’ve learned the hard way that attachment is a thief, sneaking in to steal my peace.
The Trap of Holding Too Close I used to think love meant holding on with all my might—people, dreams, plans, tight in my sight. But oh, how that backfired, how it wired me wrong. The tighter I held, the louder the bell of stress would ring, a sting I couldn’t shake. I’d lose sleep over a job I might not get, fret over a friend who didn’t text back, or rack my brain over a future I can’t predict. Attachment became my chain, my pain, my rain. I’d pour my soul into something—someone—and when it slipped, I’d trip, I’d fall, I’d call it a loss. But was it? Or was I just too attached, too latched, too matched to something I thought I couldn’t live without?
Learning to Let Go Here’s what I’m teaching myself now: never get too attached to something to the extent you can’t live without it. It’s a rhythm I’m learning—release, breathe, ease. Life flows better when I don’t clutch. That doesn’t mean I don’t care—it means I care enough to set it free.
I think of the times I let go—a relationship that wasn’t mine to force, a goal that wasn’t my course. The headaches faded, the stress unbraided itself from my mind. I found I could live without it, thrive without it, jive without it. What’s meant for me stays; what’s not drifts away. And that’s okay—it’s a sway I can dance to.
Freedom in the Balance I’m not saying detachment is easy—it’s a battle, a rattle, a shift. But there’s freedom in it, a lightness I can’t resist. When I stop tying my worth to things—to rings, to strings, to wings—I stop the cycle of self-made misery. Anxiety shrinks when I don’t overthink. Stress unwinds when I don’t bind myself to what’s out of reach.
I’ve started asking myself: Can I live without this? If the answer’s no, I know I’ve gone too far, too deep, too steep. So, I pull back, I slack the rope, I cope with grace. Life’s too short to let my own hands choke my joy.
A Lighter Way to Live We cause anxiety, stress, and headaches by ourselves—I see it now, clear as day, bright as May. But we can stop. We can drop the load, unload the strain, regain the calm. For me, it’s about loving without owning, dreaming without drowning, living without frowning over what might slip.
I’ll hold what matters, but loosely, smoothly, coolly. Because in the end, I don’t want to be the one tying knots in my own heart. I want to live free—free from me, free to be. And that’s a rhythm worth chasing, a peace worth embracing.