That thread of story of your life that starts by taking hold and ends with letting go.
For me, the most powerful thing to be learned from meditation is how to, at least momentarily, let go.
Holding on knots up something in the nape of my neck, and at the crux of my shoulders and where my jaw hinges, pushing it forward, defiance.
Letting go feels like breathing freely and seeing, for real, the color your eyes turn when you, also, exhale deeply.
For me, the hardest thing is to remember to forget.