Letting go

I think this is my biggest difficulty. It's why I've taken myself so seriously, it's why I get angered easily, and now it's why I feel so overcome with sorrow. I have trouble letting go--of the past, of the present, of the future.

Why do I try to live with fists clenched so tight? What reason is there for holding on, even when all holding on does is make me sad?

Sometimes it feels...

like all the heart I have is never going to be enough.