Skydiving... I suppose

I suppose sometimes... like, Skydiving.. You fly up and up and up and up, wondering if the climb will ever end. You sit, and you wait until you're just at the right height. You wait. and you wait, climbing higher and higher. Thoughts, emotions, feelings -- everything comes rushing to you. Faster and faster. Questions, hesitations, regrets...as you reach closer to 12,000 feet. 14,000 feet.

And then, just at the right moment, just when your panic in your mind is so thick you think you can't go any further....the plane levels out and you know you have to inch your way to the edge of the plane. Inching. Slowly. Petrified. Terrified. Every hesitation in your body rushing through your blood sending panic waves to your brain.

"STOP!"

... and then you jump.

You jump. You jump 14,000 feet high in the air out of a perfectly safe and comfortable plane. A plane that was on its way home to land. Safely on the ground.

and yet.. You jump.

You can't see the ground. You jump into a wide open sky, blanketed by clouds making it impossible to see anything around you. The ground doesn't exist at this moment and you have nothing holding you back. Nothing holding you up, nothing holding you down. You are completely free. You catch your breath just in time for your guide to release the parachute....

and you start descending.

You slowly glide your way through the air. Peacefully. Gracefully. Like the little Charlotte babies on Charlotte's Web, you gently sway in the breeze as gravity holds your hand until you get closer to the ground. Silence around you. The serene world around you, comforting every nerve to its most restful state. Descending slowly between the horizons from the sky to the beautiful fields below...

Peace. Tranquility....

and that fear? That crippling, debilitating fear of the jump? That choking terror that almost kept you from experiencing the fall -- it didn't even come close to comparing to the emotions you felt gliding through the air.

That fear? It almost had you. It almost robbed you of one of the most exhilarating experiences of your life. It almost won.

Almost.

I suppose... like Skydiving--so are moments in life. So is starting of on a journey where 85% of the people you talk to are going to think you're crazy.

You walk through life, constantly feeling the climb. The when? The how? Are we ever going to reach the top. Emotions raging, crippling and handicapping fears taking the breath out of you to live the life you were intended. Fears wanting to keep you in your comfort zone, where you're safe. Questions arise. Insecurities take over. Accusations and contending inquiries being thrown your way as you try to just keep climbing.

You start to question yourself.

You wonder what made you think to do something in the first place, and there are tendencies to believe those that think you're crazy. That you'll never do it.

...

And then. In one swift moment, your life comes to that point where you either Jump or Don't. Staying in the comfort zone of the plane of life, knowing where you're going, or knowing where you'll land and when and how. Finding your safety in the recognizable patterns you've grown accustomed to.

Or?

Jumping into the complete unknown. Swallowing everything you've ever known and diving straight into the open air around you. You don't know where you are. You don't know where you're going or how or when. And yet, when you do, there's a gentle peace that takes over your entire being. It's not up to you anymore and you can't be in control..... It's taking one big breath and trusting all your everything in the hands of someone else.

I suppose, like Skydiving... there are moments in life when you have to make a choice.

 

You either Do. or you Don't.