You hold on. To things that you think are important. And to things that you know aren't important. You hold on till your fingers start hurting, till you hand grows numb. You hold on so tightly thinking that if you loosen your hold even for a minute, it'll all slip away. Because things are so volatile and flimsy.
You hold on with all the strength you can muster. You hold on.
But after a point. Realisation hits. That maybe you are stronger if you can let go. That maybe the fact that you let go means something. That maybe it's not wrong to be weak sometimes. That sometimes letting go is the only way to move forward. That you don't have to carry that burden forever. That letting go might not be such a bad thing after all.
So what do you do then?
Accept the weakness or prove that you are strong?