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Watching “Wild” And Learning To Let Go Completely


You wake up every morning thinking that today is the day you will be your best self. Or you experience the opposite. As humans we hope, we dream and we lie to ourselves about the things we will do, the things we don’t yet know we fear and how we will never get around to the half of it. We find struggle in detachment.

Instead, we go along with life. We accept what happens to us and we trail. We take take less chances and have even lesser expectations. For some of us we need the ultimate emotional cleanse. We need to see the world and escape our lives. We need to roam endlessly on the earth to truly find ourselves. We need to endure, in our own way, a test of life: overcoming the mind.

I blame a series of emotional events as to why things, good or bad, happen to us. They begin randomly or unintentional and we allow ourselves to engage. It then becomes something more casual and less random. It entices us and lets our emotions coast until you wish for a heightened experience. Casual then becomes complicated — it holds more meaning and substance and it’s this cycle in which we find ourselves incapable of letting go. We become too attached.

To detach, the practise of letting go, is an experience we all endure at one point or another in our lives to combat the things we tirelessly let hang around. To begin the state of detachment we need to come to terms with what it is we really dislike or that we need to realize is messing up our lives. I, for one, needed to go through periods of emotional self-torment before I’d realized I was holding on to a poisonous person in my life who I constantly let take advantage of me and I always gave them the benefit of the doubt. I had to bring myself to the lowest forms of self-hatred before I could become mentally aware of my self-worth. It was far beyond this person — it was far beyond myself. To detach, at this stage, was to admit.

Now I am not speaking on behalf of science but rather the human experience. I believe the mind is a powerhouse that follows us and controls us. To control it we need to decide what to delete, store and what to disguise. My beliefs are that most of us disguise more than we delete, which is the point of this piece.

I’m not here to save you or tell you how to lead a better life. Rather, I think you should experience various forms of attachment to really test your own willpower. The pain of detachment is real — but if we don’t enter attachment how will we overcome ourselves? This is not a question of answering but rather experiencing.

After seeing the film Wild I felt more comfortable with the idea of being alone and of discovering myself. Cheryl Strayed’s journey was a physical one but its meaning was so much more spiritual and mental. It was about moving forward with experiences you’ve rarely done. It’s about second chances, testing your will and letting go of ideas you once had about your previous self. I learned that there are some things in life we cannot patch up and we cannot be sympathetic towards ourselves and we absolutely cannot remain weak. We can mourn, cry, argue, and hate ourselves but we cannot attach ourselves to these emotional states. If we want to stop holding on we simply need to let go.

We need to let a new series of random events take us to new heights. We need to let our minds be fully aware of our decisions and stop letting reckless emotions do 80% of the work. I’m not saying to not feel at all but, when you do so make sure you feel, exceptionally.

Take a deep breath and let go completely. 

“I considered my options. There were only two and they were essentially the same. I could go back in the direction I had come from, or I could go forward in the direction I intended to go.”- Cheryl Strayed Wild: Lost and Found on the Pacific Crest Trail 


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