The art of letting go

Describe something you learned in high school.

High school and teenage both are intertwined in funny ways. There is a sudden feeling that everything will be the way it is, the way we are happy for ever and ever. It is still the time before we get to know how cruel the world can be once we step in adulthood.

However I always had this intuition that this will not last forever (I still blame it on my Sagittarius compulsions). Though I never let it show on my face, I just knew I have to let go of the friendships – the ones we wrote in slam books labelling as best ones; the ones we did pinky promises of never breaking; the bonds we think we’re unbreakable.

Fair warning — a Sagittarius will always tell you the truth. Not because they enjoy the chaos, but because sugarcoating is genuinely not in the syllabus.

So here it is: yes, the letting go was real. And yes, it stung badly but somewhere in that process of pruning, I found what actually mattered — those giggly girls who never needed an occasion, a reason, or a formal invitation to show up. No effort required, no performance necessary. Just a ping, a meltdown, and zero judgment on the other end. Honestly? That’s the whole deal.

Losing people taught me discernment. Keeping the right ones taught me gratitude. High school, for all its dramatic glory, handed me two of life’s most underrated skills — the art of letting go gracefully, and the art of anchoring down fiercely.

Turns out, knowing the difference is everything.

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