But in my clutching, it began to slip away. I softened my grasp and the sense of fluidity returned, I rode it like a wave. …This paradox provoked in me a sense of freedom and relief-relief that what I was always aware of on a faint, subconscious level was a strong and satisfying truth

But in my clutching, it began to slip away. I softened my grasp and the sense of fluidity returned, I rode it like a wave. …This paradox provoked in me a sense of freedom and relief-relief that what I was always aware of on a faint, subconscious level was a strong and satisfying truth (Andrew McCarthy, The Longest Way Home: One Man’s Quest for the Courage to Settle Down)