A day of acceptance: Moments of surrender

I would like to imagine a day where everything and anything can pass through. Everything is sort of passing by. That, I think, is the process of letting go. It's not about being passive nor relentless but being more of what nature gives you and you become a part of a wind that sways freely. It's like letting god take the wheel of whatever you are driving.

The feeling is like you’re fighting whatever you’re struggling the healthiest way. It’s not about letting everything pass you by but more of letting nature do it’s own magic.