A favorite passage of my current reading describes someone in their late sixties walking toward God (Camino de Santiago) in Spain.
He found a way to let-go of all the petty-bigoted-assholes in his head, one by one
“By the end of the camino, this baggage was gone. I was free of them. I wondered why I even let these people stay in my head for so long”
A Pilgrimage to Eternity (Timothy Egan)