'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

What happens if we don't let go?

I took a match stick and stroke it against the flammable side of a match box. As the flames burnt from the cap down to the stick. It felt like a thousand needles piercing the tip of my two palms as the flame was about to touch my skin.
I flexed my arms, throwing the match stick away that was now almost ash.

I rub the tip of my red fingers against one another, and then this thought hit me. If I didn't let go of the match stick, what would have happened?
I'd probably get a burn that'll leave a scar or worse. Or my thumb will toughen up to put the vertical flame to sleep. I did not have the bravery to do the latter, only the cowardness or wisdom to do the first. And Is that okay?
Should we always cower, in the slightest bit of danger, hurt or vulnerability?

This probably sounds stupid. But Is it always right to abandon something or someone; the slightest moment we don't feel safe. Isn't it more honouring knowing you never let go when things got hard, hot or heavy? I guess what I mean is,

"Is it always the right decision to let go"?