Saturday, June 19, 2010
Falling is not Flying
Have you ever stood at the edge of a cliff, and looked down, at the deep plunge, and at the bottom, far, far below?
Do you ever hear that voice, murmuring in your ear?
Jump, it says, urging you nearer to the edge, and you look down, wondering what the fall would be like, thinking how easy it would be to just step right off the edge, and feel for those few brief seconds of falling, that you were flying.
Jump. You step away. It may yet call you, but you never actually jump, even though the temptation pulls at your heartstrings. There is something that you are held back by; those connections to others, which stop you from taking that final leap.
But what if all those connections were severed?
Jump, the edge calls, and with the loneliness weighing down your soul, what is there to stop you?