Today, understanding that the moments of greatest fulfillment in me were not those when I achieved or obtained something external, but when I gave up something that had become disharmonious: petty desires, old and dense grievances, fruitless responsibilities or people who could no longer stay. The peaks of joy came when I got rid of what was no longer appropriate: old clothes, toxic relationships, opinions and identities that no longer wore me and even quitting a job where I felt exploited. The most colorful moments I have ever lived were those where I found myself with my own freedom.
What’s the best thing you’ve ever given up?
I bring a reflection in the form of text from @andresemfronteiras, and make yours my words.