Holding on so tight, not wanting to let this moment leave. Like quicksand, or a Chinese finger trap. The more you try to get or keep what you want, the faster it will leave, and the harder it will be for you to let it go.
Its days like this when I'm on top of the world. And yet, I always find a way to let it slip through my fingers. Cause clenched fists, could never hold as much as open palms.