The question came out of the blue, "What are you holding onto ?". We were just walking down the road, and she had been standing outside of a corner shop. There was nothing unusual about her, but she broke her conversation with the man beside her to ask me a question far more direct that you would expect from a random stranger.
"What are you holding onto?". Caught by surprise I asked her to repeat the question, I knew what she had said, but could not believe it. "What are you holding onto ?", she confirmed my suspicions.
"Too many things." was my reply. I know I hold onto too many things. I hold onto all these dreams of my youth, hold onto the things make me feel young. Most of all I hold onto my dreams of love. And they hold onto me. We don't let me go.
"One day you will let go".
"One day you will let go and then you will praise the Lord."
"Remember me then."
It's the best question anyone has asked me in a while. I have asked it to myself over and over today.
What am I holding onto?