“Everything” by Lifehouse is one of those little-known musical gems… “You are the strength that keeps me walking. You are the hope that keeps me trusting. You are the light to my soul. You are my purpose. You’re everything. And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you? Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?”

I love it when the underdog always does well, like when South Korea got to the semi-finals in the last world cup, raising the bar and interest for football in Asia as we know it. Last year was the first year I actually sat through pretty much all the matches. Well, not sat through as much as being interested in the outcome of each match. I’m not a football fan at all and this shows from my track record of having never watched a full game of football in my life prior to the last world cup (and this was only because they had the TVs wheeled into the office in my workplace and we were effectively paid to work and watch it). But I did enjoy it because for some reason it was great waking up in the morning, to go downstairs and find my brother and my dad sitting in front of the TV over breakfast. Football is definitely a morning game to me and everything felt right during that world cup.

I love it when the underdog does well, but I love it even more when the underdog wins. At the 75th Academy Awards on Sunday, it was Adrien Brody who proved that every dog has his day, pulling away the Oscar for Best Actor in The Pianist. I think everyone in the room acknowledged how great this achievement was for him and it was warming to see the joy on the other nominees’ faces. It really looked like they shared his happiness and looked like they even wanted him to win. His win will mean that The Pianist will stay in cinemas and the film will probably do a short tour, hopefully appearing as a Tuesday special at my local cinema. This is great because it’s one of the only films out in recent times that I really wanted to see, so will definitely try to catch that, perhaps with dad, who likes films about pianists (be careful not to misquote that) and the Nazi occupation during the second world war.

I thought that finding out the truth lifted all the burden on my mind at the weekend, but it didn’t. Sometimes, you can only get catharsis from the thoughts that weigh your mind down by letting go of them. Sometimes, things cannot be left unsaid and things cannot be left undone. Sometimes things have their time and place, and sometimes there is no better time than the present and no better place than where you currently are. Everyone lets go in different ways and usually, the simple act of writing a letter never seemed a more perfect vessel for your thoughts. In writing and doing something you can see unfold before you, you can learn to let go of the things that had plagued your mind for what had seemed an eternity. On Sunday in the early hours of the morning, I fused my thoughts with words and set them to sail away from me to someone, not really knowing what the outcome of my honesty would be. But the outcome wouldn’t matter, because honesty really is the best policy. Sometimes.

I’ll let you in on a universal truth that I’ve believed in for a long time now, and that is this: Everything turns out good in the end. If everything around you is not good, that is only because you haven’t reached the end yet. The truth really felt lonely without that someone else knowing of it. So, I finally let go of all those thoughts that had made a home inside of me and danced around in the playgrounds of my mind. Upon sharing them in the letter I was suddenly overcome and invigorated with a strong feeling of rapure. Sometimes, letting go of something is the only way you can get to the end of things and start over anew; the only way you can make things good again.