And why would we? Why would we want to loosen our hold on what is certain, even if it is certainly awful? We cling to old loves, old lives because we know them. We know the depths of them, have drifted to the very bottom of them, and we will not let them go - not for uncertainty, anyway. And everything is uncertain. Who would we be if we stopped missing who we were? Who we loved? We don't know, but to find out is a risk. We know that the hurt we have already experienced is survivable, because here we are: wounded but alive. To loosen even one finger from the clinging hold we have on the past is to surrender to uncertainty. We could love more, yes; we could discover new infinities if only we would let go of what we hold on to; but we could also stumble upon new hurt, more pain.
We could peel back our fingers, though; we could. Even though it scares us. Even though we were holding on much tighter than we thought. One by one we could peel back our fingers, until every little thing we held on to drifted from our hands and our lives and our memories. We could. And then our hands would be empty, and we wouldn't have to grab for the next available thing just so that we could be full. We could be empty for a while. We could approach everything open-handed. And what would happen then? It is a risk, but a beautiful, thrilling one, no?