Monday, July 3rd, 2017 – 7:28 pm
There is no feeling like it in the world. Most are afraid to jump, even though it is the safest way to change your future.
I’ve only jumped once and am no master, but it saved my life. Despite every injury, illness and dark silence in five desert decades, it has been proven again and again that I was never alone and never will be.
What is the furthest you’ve ever fallen? From heaven to hell or just the mirage between? Who’s to blame if each stage were your own making? How many feet have you already walked and ran, loved and swam and dropped into coffin and chasm?
It is safest to never sing. It is bravest to preach off key. Make a damned fool of yourself. Who can do that better than you? Learn to love and laugh when you’re alone. You should be the funniest, prettiest person you know.
Stand on the side, if your heart is weak. The wounds and tears are few as the laughs. So are the ecstatic leaps of lovers that help hope live and last.
Won’t you jump with me?
I set fear aside for a moment, an hour, a day, an eternity, to reach to the unknown, highest mountain, deepest ocean.
July 1st, 2017, I only fell thirteen thousand feet.
July 1st, 1988, I asked a girl to kiss me.
She said yes.
I am still flying.