The Weight of What We Hold
We often find ourselves holding on tightest to the very things that are slipping away. Perhaps it is because, in their resistance, they show us our deepest longings. They seem to promise permanence in a world where everything is passing. A role we once grew into but now no longer fits. A bond whose warmth has faded but whose memory we cannot release. A dream that once shone bright but now feels heavy. We cling harder even as life whispers that it may be time to let go.
