It is not possible to be independent and clingy at the same time. When you are independent, you are on your own. You walk a solitary path, regardless of the consequences. No matter what your circumstances may be, you are proud to be the captain of your ship, the master of your destiny. You are unconquerable.
Let me tell you about one William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903) who wrote a poem titled ‘Invictus.’ Henley suffered from tuberculosis of the bone from early childhood. At age 17 his left foot was amputated to save his life. Two years later, his father died, leaving him, as the eldest child, to struggle alongside his mother for the upkeep of his five siblings.