holding tight...

On multiple occasions, I've been afraid to hold something tightly because it feels so very fragile. Perhaps I'm afraid of holding it too tightly thereby destroying that precious 'thing'. Yet I'm also afraid of holding it too loosely and risk losing that most treasured 'thing' forever. 'It' could be a memory, a present, a thought, or even a relationship of sort. I do realize that I only have two hands. Yes, I'm shocked at this extraordinary realization of mine too.... Two hands mean I can only hold two things and neglect the rest of the world. Whatever is dearest to my heart will last forever and if it doesn't, then it's not worth neglecting the world for. As for losing it forever... as long as I keep track of it, it will not be lost forever. I know it will exist in eternity and because it's precious to me, I will follow it with my heart and mind so it will not be lost. Even if for a little while I lose track of it, I will seek until I find it. That is the value I see in it and that is the strong bind it has on me.