The Clenched Fist and The Open Hand
The world tells you to be certain. To know the answers. To hold onto your beliefs like a weapon, ready to defend them. We clench our fists around what we think we know, terrified that if we loosen our grip, everything will fall apart.
But certainty is brittle. It shatters the moment it encounters a truth larger than itself. It keeps us trapped, unable to receive anything new.
What if real faith isn't about certainty at all?
What if it's an open hand?
Flexible. Strong. Able to receive whatever the universe offers. The unexpected joy, the difficult lesson, the uncomfortable truth. Able to let go of what is no longer serving us without breaking.
Holding your truth with an open hand isn't weakness; it's the ultimate act of trust. Trust in yourself. Trust in the process. Trust that you are strong enough to let go and still stand.
Stop trying to hold so tight. The peace you're looking for isn't found in the clenched fist, but in the quiet surrender of the open hand.
