The Art of letting Go

long have i felt so burdened , at last i let go.
its been a very enlightening experience.
one feels so light and that the plans made about the future look so abysmally small.
one truly feels relieved.

and no i was not listening to Nirvana or doing dope.
officially the matters of the heart tend preoccupy the Quark's mind and
thence his flowing poetry for a niche audience.
so for the time being he is finding new preoccupation called profession. which he damn well loves.
doing the surgery being a warm surgeon in a cold room has become his new found obsession.

coming to that, few people have asked how one lets go of such baggage which tears your heart in two and vanishes for posterity. That my friends is the outlook i have in life.

a rolling stone gathers no moss, who the heck wants moss? ( both the natural and the model kind!!!) i want gold
i want closure, for all plans and ideas that i get ( idont care if its in the negative, but closure is sure heartening).
of all the questions i have hitherto asked , one has been resoundingly answered.

that the Quark can let go and be independent and HOW??!!.. much to the quagmire of the innocent bystanders and physicists.

there are matters of the heart too delicate to handle so throw them out of the window and start afresh...