
On holding on, chasing, and letting go
With any crush growing up, my mom would always say the same thing. She would have me picture a burning piece of paper and what would happen to said paper if I were to hold onto it too tightly. The tighter my grip, the faster it disintegrates. Before long, it’s gone. As the metaphor goes on, I shouldn’t hold things too tightly. If things are meant to be, it would be effortless. But I think that’s always been my greatest strength and my greatest weakness, stemming from years of