"Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours." - C. S. Lewis
When someone is grasping something to his chest, he can not see it. He can not admire it. He can only press it close to his body and watch for anyone who would take it away.
Even if he does not clutch it to his chest, he continually looks over his shoulder, compromising his enjoyment, drawing attention away from his beloved.
When someone gives something away, he has a chance to enjoy it. For now he can see it. It is in another's hands. He has no worries, for the worst has already happened - it is not his. He knows it might be taken far away from him at any moment, for it is not within his power to know or decide.
So he stares, and loves, and enjoys.
Not to mention relaxes.
It is not easy to give things away. But in the end, mayn't it be easier?
Even if he does not clutch it to his chest, he continually looks over his shoulder, compromising his enjoyment, drawing attention away from his beloved.
When someone gives something away, he has a chance to enjoy it. For now he can see it. It is in another's hands. He has no worries, for the worst has already happened - it is not his. He knows it might be taken far away from him at any moment, for it is not within his power to know or decide.
So he stares, and loves, and enjoys.
Not to mention relaxes.
It is not easy to give things away. But in the end, mayn't it be easier?