At Length What Remains is Just an Act of Letting Go

Coming to think of it, letting go seems to be too tedious a task, and definitely, something that seems like too far fetched an affair. Well, how on earth could one imagine one to keep their calm, amid gigantic turbulent times, snippets of which unfold into people hurling abuses at one another. In the name of development and urbanisation, we’ve been told to believe in answering every blow with a wide array of verbal counters, if not physical. 

And, definitely, all of these are best emulated in comments, or what is colloquially called as trolls on social media. Days on which matters seem tad monotonous, and grumpy, Twitter could act as the greatest saviour of all times. From relevant hashtags like #Hate… or #Dicard…, more often there are instances where you could get updated with the newsy affairs too. Yet, that, my dear readers, that isn’t a common spectacle, and mostly you’d see people engaging in virtual clashes. Some altruistic people opine that such kind of behaviour isn’t quite justified and that at the end you end up being horrible to yourself, however, they end up getting trolled themselves. 

However, these days I am witnessing a sudden change in behaviour where the intellectuals and knowledgeable are posting on social media, with the same vigour, and possibly an increase in frequency, yet they don’t bother to reply to each of their comments, not even the ones where they’ve been praised enough. Initially, this got me real thinking as to whether or not they had been developing an attitude of stoicism or indifference towards people, but later it came to the knowledge that perhaps they had reached such a state in their lives, where they wouldn’t have to worry about external validation. 

The trollers, perhaps not acquainted with this form of a reaction, keep on writing and trolling more, being absolutely oblivious of the fact that ‘letting go’ when executed does really serve a greater purpose, but who cares? Also, to think individually, letting go resembles one of those arithmetic lessons from childhood, the one that’d be really complex, and more often than not while solving the age difference between a father and son, the son’s age would turn out to be greater than the father. As against that, it’s rather easy to abide by the proverb, “Tit for tat”, and hurl back all the abuses, perhaps even more. 

Yet, where does that get us in real life? Does this process, at all, help in entangling all that was inextricable? If yes, then we could keep on continuing the same way, and if not, then maybe we could take a look at letting people be and just let go. I have been told often by people who have practised the same, that this is much calm and peaceful an affair, so much so that once you start walking this route, you wouldn’t want to walk the old route again, and gradually realise that the whole life is just an act of letting go.