There are things in life that are so mysterious, yet are so beautiful. We don’t really have to understand it. We don’t really have to understand everything. We just let it be. That’s just how it is. That’s how life is supposed to be.
I came across this quote and just felt it was a piece of the puzzle I was searching for. I always pay so much attention to every little detail in every aspect of my life. There is not a moment in my life that I haven’t just experienced and let it be. I over think, and analyze every emotion, every pain, every moment. I often wonder how many people like myself, are afraid of the unknown. How many moments do we really allow ourselves to just “let it be?” Instead of trying to constantly understand the entire world, what if we all just enjoyed the sense of mystery? Sometimes we just need to leave room for mystery, because really, not everything needs to make sense.
We spend so much time trying to untangle the knots or rearrange the puzzle pieces in our life daily. We make each strategic move as if we are pieces on a chessboard, trying to protect our king and queen. Did you ever think that maybe we are the reason that the pieces won’t fall into place? We find ourselves waiting for our opponent, a bad job, a mean boss, a bad relationship, an unhealthy lifestyle, a disease, to make their next move. Based on their move, we sit and analyze every possible retaliation they could make on our next move. Sometimes we lose sight of our king, and make a spurious choice, and we are in checkmate. We look to take back our move, and think over and over again how we were blinded. There is always an excuse when we find ourselves in checkmate. Either we spent too much time analyzing or we acted on impulse, both decisions could bring us to the same point. You will never know which one is the right choice unless you try. You see the thing about checkmate is it brings you to an end, to begin a new beginning. The pieces return back, and you have a chance at a fresh new approach. So don’t try for the perfect move, for we don’t know in the end if it will ever simply be “perfect.”