I’m grateful that even if I lose everything now, I can start from scratch just fine. via /r/gratitude

Letting go doesn't frighten me anymore. In detachment, there is clarity. When I stop grasping, peace has room to settle. The less I hold on, the lighter I become.

We humans really do overestimate how much we need to be happy. Most of what we chase only clutters the mind. Even I am guilty of this.

Food, water, shelter, clothing — everything else is superficial. I still find joy in the things beyond these essentials, but I no longer feel bound to them like prison. If they fall away, that’s okay. My peace doesn’t depend on what I own or experience. It rests in knowing that I already have enough.