Sometimes you just have to let go.
It doesn’t matter what’s below. Nor does it matter what’s holding its hand out above.
It doesn’t matter what’s expected. It doesn’t matter what’s approved.
What’s below may be not be the demon you’ve been led to believe exists. Instead, the demon may be the one holding its hand out above; smiling its bright white smile and promising you the world.
What’s expected may be the tiny cut that’s slowly bleeding you. What’s approved may very well be the knife.
We don’t need poison in the form of promises. We don’t need to be slowly bled.
We need to live.
So let go.