No he said, I am afraid....
"Come to the edge, she said
No, he said, I am afraid
Come to the edge, she said
She pushed him
He flew "
Life is constantly urging us out of complacency. Come, come it whispers ....there is more,
I will show you.
We feel the pull, the rush of excitement at some unknown newness but before
we can grab hold of it, it slips away. Gone but maybe not quite forgotten.
Day after day after night after day we get up we turn up we do much the same thing we
did yesterday, the same thing we will do tomorrow and next month, probably next year too.
Routine is slowly killing us. Life slipping away in the thinking that there will always be
another day. Monday becomes Friday and Friday turns into Monday.
Days, weeks, years, a lifetime, and then it's over, half lived in mildly miserable mediocrity.
Eyes downcast heart closed jaw set one foot in front of the other. Life is just something
to get through not something to be lived.
Complacent in our comfort zone we ignore the call of adventure, of life. We turn away
and change the Chanel. It whispers a little louder, nudges a little harder, take the chance,
come see what love looks like, there is more .
The brave will heed the call, tentatively, eventually. Peek out from beneath the covers drawn
by an unknown moreness. Tiptoeing cautiously to the edge we stare into the abyss
and the abyss stares back magnetically. Step off or step back, into freedom or into
sameness. At first we step up and step back, up and back hesitant to venture into the
unknown beyond comfort and familiarity.
We look back for safety for permission, to be reassured that we won't fall, that it's
going to be ok. But, oh, my darling, what if you fly !
It is only in falling that we learn to fly, it's in taking the risk that we find freedom.
Its in saying YES that we experience life and love!
Come, come to the edge ......