If I would let go, I would probably laugh a lot more and worry less. The sense of freedom might propel me into some sort of free fall. No, not free fall, but flight, soaring up above the clouds. If I would let go, my light would shine more brightly and I would be called to the touch of others.
If I would let go, I would hold more faces in my hands of light and easily give a hug to others. I would bring more light into my life and the lives of others.
There was a time, I was afraid my light would burn itself out, but now I know I will share my light forever. When the time comes for me to die, you will see me, a shooting star up in the sky. Now that would be letting go!
