Let it be.
I kept repeating these words this morning while walking in the darkness. The town was still asleep, the sun beyond the horizon and around me only silence.
Within me the echo of words from the evening before.
Let it be.
How difficult and yet liberating it is to let things be. To let people be.
Beyond expectations, knowledge, worries, biases, objectives, emotions, ideas, plans, and who knows what else, there is an essence longing to just be. Here, now, fully.
Can I let that essence be?
That is the experience of flow. As Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi defined it, “a state in which people are so involved in an activity that nothing else seems to matter; the experience is so enjoyable that people will continue to do it even at great cost, for the sheer sake of doing it.”
Can you let yourself be?
Not all the time. Maybe just for a moment.
Like when you fall in love with someone.
Or when you experience awe before the beauty of nature.
Do you remember how blissful it is to let yourself be?