“Come on, lady,” said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself.
“We monks don’t go near females,” he told Tanzan, “especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”
The latter stared at him for sometime before responding.
“I left the girl there,” said Tanzan. “Are you still carrying her?”
In life, letting go can be difficult but you will torture yourself mentally and emotionally by holding on. Breathe deep, and let it go. Life doesn’t always follow the script; rules are bent and broken; the ideal doesn’t match the real. But carrying wounds long after the battle is done is indeed a mark of immaturity.
Let it go!!!