I noticed that when someone’s holding unto the past and the emotions linked to it, they were advised to let go. There must be a proper way for letting go, right? Maybe loosen up your grip? But how will you loosen up your grip? Acceptance!
Acceptance is the key to letting go!
So how can we let go without acceptance? No we can’t! Because only through acceptance that you will open up! Opening up gives way for everything to flow, and allowing the flow means letting go.
Imagine accepting a gift from a genuine person, or simply accepting your order, that’s how you open up; and it’s the same way you’ll accept truth, mistakes, rooms for improvement, etc. It’s the only way to move forward.
If you can’t accept you did wrong and you were indeed wrong, you will not open up yourself because of shame, therefore you can’t let go, the stagnant negative feeling will remain within and it will create chaos like health problems, you know what I mean?
So just accept it, you’re also wrong at some point in your life. The remedy for guilt is self acceptance. I mean, no matter how rich you are, you were not born all knowing, for sure we all learn what we learn from the environment we grew up with, and are you really sure the people around you were telling you the truth?
It was all gossip until I proved it myself. Oh my grandparents was right but why was she like that? Once you understand the other person psychologically, you’ll go from anger to understanding and helping them become better.
People lie to save their faces, like how I used to tell my mother I want to wee when I mean I want to poo. I just don’t want to be put to shame if they’ll know, because I grew up in a “bullywood” where even adults would bully children seen pooing. Ah, there’s another lie, “A friend” but friends don’t f***. Because it was not a friend, she was a 3rd party. Perfect!
“Wut. Wut.” So she did that because she think she can’t do it on her own, so in her mind she needed help but ended up doing it alone herself! She likes the feeling of abandonment, yeah? If only she accepted that her decision will bring her back the same ending, she would have tried the other way.
That’s not me yet, I promise. “Yet. Yet.” I’m working on saying “NO” if I can handle it anyway. And the Lord is with me. I’ll be fine. No worries, the Lord is in control. The Lord will redirect this energy to do good. I pray and trust that I will have the courage to do it differently.
On my CG training, I learned how proper toilet training during childhood really shapes human personalities. It does make sense. Acceptance of my childhood traumatic experiences helped me a lot in reshaping how I react to certain situations.
It’s hard, but you’ll have to do it. My CG once said, “If it’s not going to kill you, then do it. NOW.” Shame will pass just like the storm always have been, new people will come into your life, give them a chance. A few will understand, some will still “Bully” you, so just accept it to let them go.
There are things that are too hard to believe, therefore it’s also hard to accept, specially when it comes to parents. It was hard for me because I thought parents should be perfect and that they knew everything, I looked up to them as a child. And then they just disappointed me with their one wrong decision, reaction, etc.
I really thought they’re suppose to learn more about us than us? I forgot that they’re the main reason why I’m still writing right now, travelling later. They worked their Butt’s to feed me. FOOD. I am thankful and grateful for my parents, because of them I was created weirdo. No, just kidding. I’m just processing my frustrations in writing. I listened to her advises, she’s good at it and my father too. They both have good qualities I really love, I’ll fuel that within me. All want NOW is a farm!
And Oh! They don’t know anything about me unless I’m telling them. All they did was guessing because everything has changed after school. So funny. The world crumbles and you’ll feel like “You’re so wrong about everything!” It’s hard to accept you’re wrong specially if you’re already an adult with a growing ego.
You’re not alone. Poop really smells, accept that. You don’t have to tell them, just do it. It’s okay to fail, that means you’re learning. If people judged you, then accept they’re judgemental. Maybe they think there’s no tomorrow, seasons cannot change and storm doesn’t stop. Just keep learning and keep going.
Remember to accept what is!
Whether you like it or not, it is what it is!
I love to laugh at my grandfather’s fart but I have to stop it no matter how hard that was. I was scared that he might think I’m bullying him and it will make him angry. I’m sorry lolo, I have to laugh at that thought; hearing your fart makes me happy. I don’t care if you’ll get angry with me anymore. To laugh with love and acceptance is healing😭. He passed early this year, 2025. Luckily, I got photo of him 3 days before his stopped moving.
Thank you for accepting me and my brother in your house. I was rejected by others after sometime and got redirected to YOU and Lola. My last two years in High School was the best because I’ve had nice comfort rooms. I’ve had two grand parents in one roof. I performed well at High School to make them proud. I hoped I stayed for college but I have chosen to grow more outside of my norm. I followed her.
I was so focused at school maintaining my scholarship, got depressed and never been in contact. I really wanted to; it’s just that, I want peace and I couldn’t stand on my own feet yet, until now. She’s still watching out for me, living in her room. Why not? I feel safe and I love freebies. She’s helping me with my pets when it’s sick, given me medicine for my toothache. She still knows best despite her personal issues, that I must respect.
Although I don’t feel supported emotionally, she’s not aware that I am feeling so aggravated everytime she’s telling the truth about our past experiences, because she sounded so perfect like she’s never done wrong at all, like it was all our fault and not hers. I would be glad if she would someday, acknowledge her mistakes, find someone who can accept her for having me and brother and not hide us like we’re the ugliest children’s in the world.
I didn’t feel accepted as her own. My grandparents were my family whom I felt accepted unconditionally. I still appreciate my Lola’s cooking Every morning at 4:00 AM so I can have a pack lunch and can eat early for school. Oh, my childhood wasn’t that bad afterall. I just didn’t have the courage to choose them in the first place because of the tension between them and my mother. I had no other choice left in the end.
Climbing, Rocks! 