From the youngest age, we are taught to believe that safety is our greatest need. We created Icarus and his dream of flight and then walled ourselves with cubicles tight. In dreams we soar across seasons unchained by weight and reason unfettered by relentless doubt. Awake my friend, swing the inner door out to find a moment without care where time stops suspended by nothing more than air. Paddle hard, keep them straight. Do not waver, this is your fate. Embrace the point of no return. Fear not for in failure learn. Leave the ground beneath your feet. Rise up, your inner legend greet. A body in motion – Twisting, turning, churning, yearning – apex found, heaven bound. But remember, what goes up must come down. Spot the landing, shoulders square. Roll the windows, feel the air. Imagination creeps. Was the take off way too deep? Faster, faster, too fast now. Wind roars. You don’t know how this will end. Maybe a billowing cloud of snow, water, dirt and smiles proud. So remember children old and young where water and snow suspended hung Find joy in outcomes unknown and only then will you have grown. Take flight. Take flight. Believe in days unchecked by night and mid-days kissed by moonlight Dare to imagine, dare to care a dream built upon nothing more than air. --Fitz Cahall
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 19:29:06 +0000
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