SINGAPORE – As a youth, I knew life would last forever. I worried little of loss. Now aged 50, I understand my life is half over, and loss, in the form of letting go, has taken on an entirely different significance.

Even with the best outlook, as a glass-half-full, eternal optimist sort, like myself, we cannot sugarcoat the fact that our lives are overflowing with times when we must let go, relinquish, set loose a person, place, or thing.

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