The art of letting go

There is no greater lesson from 2019 than the one I’ve learned just today.

Natalia Kusiak shot on Hasselblad

This past year I have been expecting people to influence my life, make it better, easier, nicer, more adventurous, solve my problems, do my work. I believed that I’m not asking for much, that it’s easy to get, that it’s something I deserve. I give my whole to people, so why shall I not get anything back?

And don’t get me wrong. This is not bitter complaining about life. What I feel now is happiness, peace, a lit way that leads to the future.

I heard so many times

“No expectations, no disappointments.”


“Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.”

I knew all this, yet I naively thought, that I can expect at least the minimum. But so many times I have been metaphorically slapped in my face, ignored, let down.


Because I can only expect things from myself. No one else.

Because I can only receive what I need from myself. No one else.

Because I am the only one who can make my dreams come true. No one else.

I understand it now. And all that is left to do is accept it. Because if I don’t, I will be damned. By myself, no one else.