I begin to fear the time is quite near,
To let go of many of my ideals.
Coming slowly like a forgotten tear,
Time changes all, but not how I still feel.

There are moments when I think of the past,
And wonder if it was just make-believe.
All things good will not stay the same or last,
But the present remains, still here to weave.

I long to right all the wrongs in my life,
And start anew by forgiving myself.
To be rid of sorrow and all my strife,
Is what I desire above all else.

I must accept what is and what will be.
This is the one way I'll ever be free

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To let go does not mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off, it is the realization that I cannot control another.

To let go is not to do for others, but to allow learning from natural consequences.

To let go is to admit some powerlessness and to recognize that the outcome is not in my hands alone.

To let go is not to try to change or blame another, it is to make the most of myself.

To let go is not to care for, but to care about.

To let go is not to fix but to be supportive.

To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes, but to allow others to effect their own destinies.

To let go is not to be protective, it is to permit another to face reality.

To let go is not to deny, but to accept.

To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue, but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes, and cherish myself in it.

To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.

To let go is to fear less and love more.