Losing and letting go

One of the most difficult thing to learn in life is the art of letting go and learning to grieve. I guess I call it an art because it seems to take so long to really learn it. But you can also call it a requirement to go on upwards and moving forward. The hardest thing about letting go is that it is such a tricky thing to recognize the moment when it finally happens, the moment whatever you are holding onto, whatever deep loss, whatever fear, whatever anxious grip of control, whatever determined expectation or failed dream, the moment it slips from your hand and falls to the floor. The floor that is cushioned with acceptance, reality, and recognition. There is no logic or calculation to how it happens or when it happens. Another reason that makes letting go difficult is because when it really happens part of what is created is new space, new possiblilies, new unmarked territory something where a future can be hoped and waited out. It makes me think that learning to let go is just another way in which we live into the idea of ressurection, new life. When something dies no matter how traumatic and devastating and unexpected, there is always the possibility for new life to open up from the loss but it seems like it takes uncalculable time. I just feel like I will never be able to overcome this feeling of loss this month. It might take a while but I will get through.