The fall
What if you fell and it was awesome?
Picture yourself just a meter off a steep and seemingly endless cliff. You take a good look down and where the fall stops you just can’t see, you turn around and sigh. You close your eyes, stretch your arms widely across like birds wings and take a leap back.
You feel invigorated by the thrill as the air rushes through every bit and part of you. Moments were golden and every new way to see the world was cherished and kept away in a chained heart shape box tied to your very person.
The fall gets faster making it impossible to distinguish how much the air is actually against you at times. There were the elements which existed from the very start. They paved the way for breathing and choking. Everyone gets a scar, a consequence and a memory; everyone.
Are you happy?
Have you ever wondered what made it so high? Is something keeping you up there? The box is fragile, notice how often it hits the jaggy edges of the very land you came from? Is it strong enough?
Don’t ever open your eyes because you might just see where it stops.
Only in the end do you really get to see. For some the fall is everlasting, some crash.. and for everybody else, they survive and without reason, take the very same fall in hopes of picking up the pieces that makes the box whole again.
Take a good look inside the box and see not remnants of the experience, but a life’s worth of realizations …and the question… why? No one but not dare answer, for once you’ve tried to put meaning to its existence, then it wasn’t there in the first place.
It wasn’t the bliss and rush that made the trip, solace eased the fall and passion made it all… worthwhile.
We’re all born to obey routine, and in love, infinitely bound to the will of the heart shaped box.
