To hold on, To let go.

Why are you so scared all the time? Why do you fear the processes of letting go and holding on?”

It is a complex thing. When I hold on, I fear that maybe whatever I am holding on to will find a way to escape my grip, and when I let go I fear, maybe – just maybe, it will never come back. Maybe I won’t ever find an equivalent to it.

So I neither hold on nor let go. I live in a pretentious world, where it’s never day nor night, just there in between afraid to lean towards one. I am afraid that I’ll make the wrong move, afraid I will never belong to none, and so I am now stuck balancing on this thin line that separates the two, neither living nor willing to die.

Is that a bad thing?