Do you know when it happened?
Do you recall the moment you let go of your hopes and aspirations?
Oh, of course we hold on to some. “No,” we say, “we haven’t given up. Not at all.”
But you did let go.
You let go of that future reality where you could soar with the birds.
Where you were different from your parents, or parent.
That most perfect existence where you were the culmination of all of the right answers, all of the seized opportunities, all of the hopes that you “secretly” had for yourself, and that those who loved you had also seen for you.
What happened?
Was it the sticky, messy, beautiful tumble of life that occurred?
Or, was it something else. Was it the fear of the risk, of the failure, that kept you from leaping without knowing exactly where you would land?
Oh, of course you didn’t stop from moving forward altogether. You just didn’t take that leap into the x. And so, your life continued forward on its steady projection rate of 1.5 rise over a run of 1. Certainly there would be moments of levity, dips, perhaps even chasms; but, you’d opted for the long-term investment, so you were as sure as one can be of a stable future.
Meaning? To be sure; but,
Would your breath, continually and regularly, be taken away?
Risk it all for a stranger in a dash of thought?
Change the life of another, of others, permanently and for all of existence on a lasting level?
Live your life with turbulent passion, unforgivingly and without resolution?
Would you find yourself, and find yourself smiling? If only because you could reflect on all of the fabulous and fabulously dumb experiences you’d had. And had them all without any regrets.
Such a life, a life I could love; such a love, a love I could leap for.
