Imagine holding a heavy stone in your hand, your fist clenched tightly around it. At first, the effort seems manageable, a simple act of possession. But as minutes turn to hours, and hours to days, the muscles ache, the knuckles turn white, and the stone, once just an object, becomes a source of immense strain. We move through our lives in much the same way, clutching burdens we believe we must carry: the weight of past hurts, the anxiety of future what-ifs, the drain of unfulfilling connections.
We believe the effort of holding on keeps us safe, that our grip is a sign of strength. This book is about the profound and counterintuitive realization that our true power lies not in the grip, but in the courage to open our hand.
Imagine holding a heavy stone in your hand, your fist clenched tightly around it. At first, the effort seems manageable, a simple act of possession. But as minutes turn to hours, and hours to days, the muscles ache, the knuckles turn white, and the stone, once just an object, becomes a source of immense strain. We move through our lives in much the same way, clutching burdens we believe we must carry: the weight of past hurts, the anxiety of future what-ifs, the drain of unfulfilling connections.
We believe the effort of holding on keeps us safe, that our grip is a sign of strength. This book is about the profound and counterintuitive realization that our true power lies not in the grip, but in the courage to open our hand.